For now though, let him think you nave become very moral and wouldn't say cock if you had a mouthful of it.”
Laughing, Clyde and Faith assured their tutor that they understood and would play the game she suggested. They did indeed play their usual games, but they arranged them so that Harry was not only not involved, but didn't even realize that they were going on.
In due time, Harry received a visit from the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Prawl. For all his dignity which he wore like a cloak, Lord Anthony Prawl was as dirty an old lecher as had ever pried loose a childish cherry or buggered a boyish bum.
When presiding over the courts of justice, he seemed to wear a halo, yet, when someone in the court, male or female, caught the fancy of his dirty old mind, he was not above opening his judicial robes behind the protection of the bench and fondling his amazingly agile tool while seeming to be the quintessence of British jurisprudence.
Arriving at the Brougham home late in the afternoon of a Friday, he was completely jovial as he prepared to spend the weekend with the family. Although Harry well knew that the man was there to look him over and see how he lived at home, the Lord Chief Justice made no comment to confirm this.
Their first dinner together was a dreadful thing. Elizabeth, sensing that the old man was nothing if not human, tried to keep the tone of the meal light, but Harry was so sonorous and so sincere in everything, that the meal was a dismal flop.
All through the evening, Harry toadied after the old man so that, it reached the point where Lord Prawl was quite sure he was going to vomit if the tone didn't soon change.
“Damn it all, Harry,” he grumbled as they sat before the blazing fire drinking port after dinner, “don't you sometimes think you take the law too seriously?”
“Ah, Milord,” Harry smiled in reply, “I know you're testing me, but I won't fall for that. Of course I take the law seriously. It is a very serious institution and the very bulwark of the empire. There is a time for levity, of course, but not where the law is concerned.”
When the old man snorted and took a big pull at his drink, Harry assured himself that he had given the right answer and was paving the road to the judicial bench he so wanted.
The following day, Saturday, promised more of the same and it would undoubtedly have been that if Lord Prawl had not taken a hand in matters to give fate a gentle goose.
Harry was shattered when he received a command to appear before a committee at Lincoln's Inn that afternoon. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have thrilled him, but while the Lord Chief Justice was his house guest, he didn't want to spend a moment away from the house.
Not only did Harry not want to miss a moment of his opportunity to figuratively kiss the man's bum, but deep in his mind was the terrible fear that his daughter, not aware of the importance of protocol, would do something rash, such as making a play for the old lord's whacker.
Should that happen, Harry shuddered at the thought, it's all over. I can forget then about ever being named to the bench. Without luck, in fact, he moaned silently, I'll more likely be named to serve time in Wormwood Scrubs or some other filthy prison.
With a heavy heart, he summoned a carriage and began the tiring, frightening trip into the city, leaving his distinguished guest in the care of his family. In that moment, Harry Brougham not only wished he had never taught his children about sex, he wished he had never discovered it himself. Life could have been so easy, his future could be assured, he reminded himself, if it weren't for the fear that his sex-mad daughter, whom he had guided along the road to sensuality, would lose control of herself and try to lure the Lord Chief Justice into her turbulent snatch.
But while the enforced departure saddened Harry and filled him with dread and foreboding, Anthony Prawl reacted in the opposite manner. The minute the sincere barrister left the house, Lord Prawl seemed to throw off a great weight and become a much younger and more vital man.
Sensing that Elizabeth had been appointed a substitute guardian to keep an eye on him and ensure that he had no enjoyment at all, he took the offensive and decided to get her off his tail at once.
Tail was not the fartherest thing from his mind at the moment. He had looked her over well and decided she would be a great roll in the hay, but at the moment, she was not his cup of tea.
He had looked even more closely at the young beauty who was Harry's daughter and decided that he would be in her crotch before her father returned or would donate his old pecker to the ladies' aid at the local church.
Although Faith had not said or done a thing that was amiss, he was confident that the young beauty with the face of an angel, had the cunt of a harlot. The older he got, the younger he liked his quail and this one looked to be just the right age. He would never even have considered the thought of robbing the daughter of Harry Brougham of her virginity, but his skilled eye told him that the act had already been perpetrated and he would, while ploughing seldom-farmed soil, not be breaking virgin ground.
Talking at length with Elizabeth, he cunningly was able to confirm his opinion that she had been left in charge of the young ones and that her job was to keep them away from him.
In his usual manner, he swore by the king's arse that he would get the shepherdess away from the young flock. For good measure, he allowed his vow to include the left teat of the queen and felt comforted that under such distinguished patronage, he could not fail in his mission.
Elizabeth proved to be an excellent conversationalist and he kept her engaged for some time. Before long, he managed to leave with her the impression that Harry was the right man for the post to be filled if only he could stop being so damned serious about everything.
Being even wiser than Harry credited her, Elizabeth began to see what the old roue was getting at. With a bit of a shock, she saw that he wanted freedom to be with the children and, unless she missed her guess, he especially wanted to fit his ancient tool into Faith's dewy young cunt.
If that's what it takes to elevate stuffy old Harry to the bench, she reasoned, then that is what I shall arrange before this day and this opportunity have passed. So having decided, she enquired whether the jurist would prefer to spend some time alone with the children of the man who would make so great a justice.
Not only did the man confirm that her guess was a good one, but he also managed to convey to her with a glance that he was more interested in the female than the male child.
Leaving him with his drink for a little while, she left the room to arrange things in just the way he wanted them. When she returned, she informed him that she would be leaving the house for a while with the son, but that Faith, a wise and winsome young lady, beyond her years, would be a capable hostess during her absence.
Meeting the young ones in the hall then, according to plan, she and Clyde slipped quietly into the room to the right of Harry's study and remained very quiet. In just a moment, through the slits in the wall, they saw the old man rise excitedly to his feet as Faith walked into the room to join him.
Elizabeth knew that in the very few minutes she had spent with the girl, she had given her enough knowledge of the situation to gear her for what had to be done. One look at Faith's confident expression told her that all was under control and that the old justice would be well and truly screwed before Harry could return to save the man from a fate from which he wanted no saving at all.
While the unseen audience watched, Faith charmed the old man with her fair form and her conversation until the man was shifting in his chair in obvious delightful lack of comfort.
Faith had been well trained though, and Elizabeth was confident that she would know what to do about the opportunity which had been presented her.
Her conversation seemed to center on the charms of older men and how mawkish younger men and boys seemed to be in their failure to appreciate the charms of young women.