Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner - Sex Stories

Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner

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"What is in that box?" he asked as he released the bottle stopper.

"Oh, that's just my crystal ball," replied Delilah, "I dabbles a bit.

"You know, fortune telling and the like."

"Oh!" said Barnaby, like she was speaking Flemish.

Then he thought for a bit and then said, "What, like Gypsy women do at fairs?"

"I tells the customers that my mother was a Romany, but she weren't."

"Are you very good at it?" the young man enquired.

"Not really, but it don't really matter with my sort of customer."

A brief silence ensued while Barnaby took all this in.

Then he asked, "Would your husband like some ginger beer?"

"I can't really say, he died last month," laughed Delilah.

She went on, "That's why I've moved back here.

"We was living in Portsmouth but I never liked the shithole, too many sailors.

"I was born near here so I thought I'd move back this way."

"Was your husband a sailor?" asked Barnaby.

"Oh, no. Not him."

"What did he do then?"

"Well, mostly he would find men and bring them back to the house so that I could tell their fortunes for a fee," laughed Delilah.

"Other times, he would help people with their investments. He always had some scheme or other that he persuaded folk to give him money for. None of them ever came off," she added.

"It was this work that he died from."

"What, some sort of an accident?" suggested Barnaby.

"Yes, he slipped and fell onto a dagger. They found him in the ...

... harbour with it sticking out of his back."

"Oh, that was unfortunate," said Barnaby, "do you miss him?"

"In a funny way, I do," replied Delilah, "a woman needs a husband in these dangerous times. I suppose that I shall have to find another."

Again Barnaby thought about what had been said.

Finally he came out with, "I'm not married. I could be your husband."

It occurred to Delilah that the fish don't usually leap into the basket so this could be an opportunity.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-one," he replied.

"If you asked me, I could consider it," she said, coyly.

"Will you marry me?" asked Barnaby.

"Oh, go on then. There is a notary across the street. We could go straight there. You will need to make a promise in front of him."

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"But I know Barnaby, he isn't capable," said the notary.

"He's twenty-one."

"Yes but he really isn't capable," reiterated Mr Knobes.

"Is he a verified lunatic?" asked Delilah.

"Well, no."

"He wants to make a promise and I want to accept his promise. All you have to do is take his shilling and note down the promise."

"Is this correct, Barnaby?" asked Mr Knobes.

"Yes, it is," said the young man.

"This 'lady' is fifteen years older than you. Do you want me to send for your parents?"

"No, don't do that. Father will shout.

"Please just make the writing thing."

"If you insist," said the notary, shaking his head, "my clerk will witness ...