Chapter Six
The Patriarch wed the clearly besotted couple in his office when Evelyn opened the door after Priscilla’s clothing had been restored to its previous prim perfection (though her bloomers had been left in his wastebasket as a little titillation for the old goat). As the older woman ceremoniously deposited them there, she had remarked to the still flushing bride,
“You’ll never have to wear these again, or any other kind of underwear below the waist. Our Master likes those parts of us to breathe free, though I do get a dispensation to wear pants when I am riding. As you’ve noticed, I’m wearing the same clothes that you are on the outside so that I can at least superficially pass as a member of the faith. But the whole ride here and the whole one back I pulled up my skirts so my n
