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Her sweet Freddie's concubine and e'en Freddie have enrolled her in the Lucy Stone Society, the WCTU and NOW. Poor Goody has only pink satin slippers ...no Birkenstocks. I do remember once you harbored thoughts of pinking shears – and as Cap'tn I must give a thought to the calamities that could befall us if ever a disciple of Lilith were to join our company. We have concubines and wenches for sale – their pretty little heads could easily be befuddled by the dangerous – nay more likely blasphemous teachings of that evil tribe. You slip aboard in pink satin slippers and become as one of our fair ladies until the time to strike. Ah! Goody you dance a zarabanda with your Capt'n, but I have been warned that we men in these affairs are too trusting of the fairer sex thinking them incapable of cunning and devious ways – but my good wench the wise and duplicitous grannie of great renown Freddie's forget-me-nots lie crushed on the tapis. Forget-me-nots you say………well..mmmmmmmmnnnnnm. Yr. Capt'n. |
