Sunday, December 12, 2010

my brain making like a dead pigeon and me not having a title...

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Sybil Wright found her master's son climbing into a corset two weeks after her twentieth birthday.
She was coming in to change the sheets on the young master's bed. That was her job, for the most part--Governor Griffith had a large house, with a large family. If Sybil wasn't washing, drying, or folding sheets, she was putting them on someone's bed. She hated it. It was tedious, repetitive, and on the best days she had difficulty resisting the urge to throw the blasted cloths all in the fire and walk out of there for good.
Today, however, things had suddenly gotten much more interesting.
John Griffith stared at her with an expression of first astonishment, then mounting horror. He'd frozen in the middle of dressing himself, one leg bare, the other lifted halfway out of the corset. A modest dress with only one or two layers of petticoats had been slung casually over the end of his bedframe, a pair of silk gloves huddled in a pile next to one of the sleeves. The young man was wearing lady's bloomers beneath the corset.
"Wh...what are you doing in here?" he asked. It sounded like someone had punched him in the stomach. His eyes darted from Sybil to the dress on the bed and back.
"Sheets, sah," she replied, blinking at him, her mind buzzing with astonishment. "I...I didn't mean to--"
"Get out," he said shakily. He tried to straighten up to deliver a more authoritative order, but his heel caught on the edge of the corset as he did so. Young Griffith stumbled, barely caught his balance, and steadied himself with his face aflame. "Out!"
"Certainly, sah," Sybil said, obediently walking right back out as if in a daze, closing the door behind her.
Sybil stood outside for a moment, and then a grin slowly spread across her face.
"Sah?" she said, popping her bed back into the room. John was hastily stuffing the dress and corset into a trunk in his closet, but he was still wearing the bloomers. His head shot up and smacked loudly on the lid of the trunk as her voice startled him.
He looked round at her in disbelief.
"You have that on wrong."

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