Chapter Nine
Madness Under A
Midyear’s Moon
Midyear’s day dawned silently as I awoke alone in my bed. My love-captive had deserted me without permission. I rang for my morning coffee, but no pretty maid arrived with it, willing to pleasure my manhood with her raspberry lips as I drank it. I rang again, jerking the bell cord impatiently.
My bedroom door swung open, but it was Selby, rubbing his eyes. He yawned and spoke, “I’m sorry, Sir Richard, but there will be no maids or servants for you today. Not for any of us, in fact.”
“Why is that? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, Sir. This is Midyear’s Day. This is the one day of the year the servants are allowed to sleep all day so they will be rested to participate in this night’s ceremony.”
“What ceremony? I’ve heard my family mention t
