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"Hear ye! Hear ye! “Silent Knight” strikes again! Lord Fancypants robbed in the middle o’ the night! No one knows ’ow ’e gets in n’out!" The town crier is inundated with greedy hands grabbing for the latest news on the so-called Silent Knight.
"One a’ a time! And please ’ave the right change!" The boy fumbles and drops a coin as he tries to collect money and hand out flyers at the same time.
A coin rolls along the ground and lands at the foot of a well-dressed lady. She bends down elegantly to pick it up and walks over to the young boy. "You dropped this, love."
"Oh, thank yer, m’am," he says, taking the coin gratefully.
"I shall take a flyer too." She hands him another coin and takes a flyer with her gloved hand.
She peruses the leading story. “Silent Knight”...hmm, I do wonder... She thinks to herself.
Across the street, two men look on with interest.
One is extremely tall and broadly set wearing a kilt. He nudges the other, almost knocking him over with the force.
"Steady on, mate!" laughs Robbin.
"Whoops...sorry. Don’t know me own strength sometimes," shrugs Little Johnson. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, but I’m probably going to have a bruise there tomorrow," Robbin replies, rubbing his shoulder.
"But...did you get a look at that lass over there? She’s a right stunner!" smiles Little Johnson.
Robbin licks his lips unconsciously. "She is indeed, old boy." A thing of rare beauty...who is she? My throbbin’ Robbin is throbbin’ a plenty.
As if reading his mind, Little Johnson remarks, "I bet your “throbbin’ Robbin” is having a field day down there."
"Can you blame me?" Robbin laughs.
"Nope...and lemme tell you. My “big Johnson” is equally as excited."
"Well, careful...we don’t want to have somebody’s eye out," replies Robbin.
"Come on...we can’t stand around all day. We’ve got errands to run." Little Johnson nods towards the end of the street.
"Let me feast my eyes upon her one last time. I may never see her again," sighs Robbin.
Little Johnson rolls his eyes but indulges him.
Meanwhile, Gwen is eagerly reading the news and overhears some townsfolk whispering.
"Silent Knight my arse! He’s naught but a filthy thief!"
"But haven’t you heard? He gives away most of the stolen riches to the poor!"
"The poor...well I ain’t exactly drippin’ in gold. When’s ‘e goin’ to give me some of them riches then, eh?"
"We can only hope!"
"And he also seems to only steal from the ones who have nasty reputations...isn’t that interesting?"
"Hmm...well I guess it ain’t all bad then."
Back across the steet, Robbin stares longingly at Gwen and just as he starts to feel bold enough to introduce himself, he stops short.
A well-dressed man gets out of a carriage and walks towards her. They exchange a rather heated discussion by the looks of it and then he drags her away by the arm and into the carriage.
Robbin is about to come to her rescue when a large arm draws him back. "Not so fast, Robbin," warns Little Johnson.
"But she needs our help!" Robbin protests.
"No...I know who the man is...that’s Lord Septic," Little Johnson replies.
"Lord Septic? The one who invented the septic tank?"
Little Johnson nods. "Yes...and that means that’s his wife, Lady Gwen."
"Lady Gwen..." Robbin repeats the name almost like a soft prayer, letting the sound roll off his tongue.
Little Johnson continues, "Lord Septic is a right bastard...he treats everyone like shit. Ironic, but true. And judging by how he was around her just then, he probably treats her the same."
Robbin frowns. "What a waste of a woman...why would she want to marry such a horrendous man?"
Little Johnson shakes his head. "Who knows what goes on in the political world of the rich?"
Robbin sighs defeat, shoulders slumping.
"Methinks after we’ve done our chores, we should pay a visit to Poke ’n Stroke to cheer you up," Little Johnson smiles in hopes of cheering Robbin up.
But even the mention of the whorehouse doesn’t seem to make Robbin feel any better.
"Oh, I don’t know...I’m not really in the mood..." he laments.
What’s gotten into him? He’s never turned down a visit before. "Well, let’s just see, eh? You might change your mind later," suggests Little Johnson.
He pats him on the back, gently this time, so as not to make him go flying across the street.
"Ugh, he never leaves me alone!" Back at home, Gwen angrily kicks her shoes off. "Well, he leaves me alone in the bedroom at least. Thank God!"
I definitely need to let off some steam tonight...
She proceeds to change into something more comfortable.
Oh...that’s much better.
She tosses her corset into the wardrobe.
I wish we could abolish these horrid contraptions! Although, it does make our bosoms pop nicely. Now, where’s that novella I was reading?
She spies her copy ofA Midsummer Knight’s Wet Dream on her chair, picks it up and thumbs through it.
It soon starts to get dark.
He should be fast asleep by now.
Unbeknownst to Septic, Gwen has been lacing his favourite bottle of port with a substance that causes drowsiness.
It should be quite safe now.
She goes to her wardrobe and pulls out her coat. She looks in the mirror, smiling to herself.
Meanwhile, in another part of town at the Poke n' Stroke.
"Take your pick, Robbin. I’ll see you later," winks Little Johnson. Then he looks at his chosen woman for the night. "Make that much later."
He squeezes her on the rump then lifts her over his shoulder and smacks it, causing her to squeal in delight. "I’m feeling particularly pent up tonight."
He arches his brow at the flustered damsel. "You’d better take a day off tomorrow, love. Because you won’t be able to walk after I’m done with ya." He laughs and disappears up the stairs.
A hand snakes around Robbin’s waist. "Come with me, darling. I know exactly what you need," coos Linda. He follows her in a daze to her room.
She makes him sit on the bed while she kneels down in front of him. Then she unbuckles his pants and lowers her mouth to his cock. "Oh, I’ve missed the sight of this!" Just as her lips are about to wrap around it, he stands up.
"What’s the matter?" she says in surprise.
"I’m sorry...I’m just not in the mood," he apologises.
"You’ve never not been in the mood!"
"I don’t know what’s happened...I just have a lot on my mind," he tries to explain.
"Well, that’s what I’m here for..." she smirks and reaches for him again.
"Not tonight..." the frowns.
"Oh...I was so lookin’ forward to your Throbbin’ Robbin inside of me," she pouts.
"Another time perhaps." He does his pants up and excuses himself while Linda is left with an obvious pool of desire dripping down her thigh.
She looks at her hand. "Looks like it’s just you an’ me tonight!"
Robbin exits the “Poke ’n Stroke” to get some fresh air and to wait for Little Johnson to finish up.
That’s when he notices a cloaked figure walking closely behind a gentleman. Definitely suspicious.
He decides to follow, curious to see what’s going on.
Suddenly the cloaked figure trips and stumbles, falling to the ground. Robbin hangs back in the shadows to observe.
The gentleman stops and walks back to help the fallen stranger.
That’s when Robbin notices a sleight of hand and the cloaked figure pockets something.
Then the two part ways.
The cloaked figure walks back the way they came and Robbin decides to have a bit of fun.
"Hey! What’s the meaning of..." The figure swings around but there’s no one in sight. That’s strange...I could have sworn someone touched me. They feel around in their pocket. What? Did I drop it somehwere??
Then a voice sounds in their ear. "Looking for this?"
The figure gasps as they see the watch they’d just stolen, floating in the air in front of their eyes.
What exactly is going on? Who is the cloaked figure? Where is Robbin?
