“Go on, lass! Don’t pretend to us that you don’t know what to do. Hold him. Stroke him! Such skills are passed on from mother to daughter. Growing up in a house with that old reprobate, you can’t be as innocent as all of that….or are you?” A thought had suddenly struck him!
“Surely you’re not a virgin?” The king demanded, in a loud exasperated voice.
The poor distraught girl could only clench her eyes tightly, and shake her pretty head from side to side.
“Just as I thought,” crowed the King in triumph. “You’re such a horny little minx, you must have played your little boy-girl of games with a few of the local lads, eh? De-flowered by some randy young stud, right under your parent’s noses, in Andur’s woods? Or maybe there’s already been a tumble in the hay with your pretty stable boy, eh
