Fast Fiction: The Bishop's Tale
'Usually I am my own most closely guarded secret,' said the
dean's young wife.
The bishop gazed at her. 'And now you are going to be mine,' he said.
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'Usually I am my own most closely guarded secret,' said the
dean's young wife.
The bishop gazed at her. 'And now you are going to be mine,' he said.
'But surely bishops don't have secrets,' she teased.
'Ah, but this one does - or did before I became a bishop.'
She stretched out her legs. 'Tell me your secrets,' she said.
He kissed her. 'You have carnal lips,' he said.
Tell me your secrets,' she said again.
'Well,' he said, 'I must confess …’
*
Well, I must confess that in my early days as a clergyman I committed sins of the flesh. But I was lucky because the women were discreet.
All except one. She came to the rectory and loudly and drunkenly claimed to be pregnant. My housekeeper, Mrs Jenks, must have heard every vile word.
'You are not pregnant by me,' I said to the woman, disdainfully. 'I always take precautions, as you well know.'
'But it mus be yow, yow ypocrite,' the woman yelled back at me. 'I avent bin wiv any otha fella since yow started wiv me.'
That really annoyed me. 'You are just a vulgar liar,' I said, 'so get out of my sight before I do something that you will regret' - which was nicely turned, I thought.
Well, after a few more curses, growls and gestures she left, slamming the door, which wasn't good for Mrs Jenks's nerves.
And that's about it, really ... A year or so later Mrs Jenks slipped quietly
into eternity and I began to climb the ladder of preferment…
*
'And now here you are, a fully fledged bishop,' said the dean's wife, admiringly. She leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes as his eager hands roamed.
.‘”A bishop then must be blameless,”’ quoted the bishop and the dean’s wife vaguely wondered if this meant he would take precautions.
