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Summary A.U.- Rizzoli & Isles on the High Seas; set in the age of wooden ships, privateers, pirates, and buccaneers. This work was inspired by Romance Novels known as Bodice Rippers.

Chapter 9: Ladies Maid and Maiden Lady

RIRI

Korsak turned the deadbolt and doorknob lock "Millicent Patterson, buxom, mature, willing - all qualities Gia, preferred in 'entertainments.' "

Korsak walked about the room putting away cards, maps, tankards, and banking the fire.

"Gia no I must think of her as Jane. Jane's assertion to him in Dunkirk came back to him.

Zio, a woman is for 'entertainment' and a man is for babies. I don't require babies. I need entertainment" Korsak mused. "Entertainment, will distract her from the day to day quibbling and quarreling of the ship's company.

The stout man thought as he trimmed the wicks to the wall sconces lanterns "Honey dust, her chess set and the chase- Jane does not need to chase Millicent Patterson. I saw that woman cobbler touching Jane's ankles, and calfs to measure for her boots' resole. Jane allowed her many liberties. Yet, I did not think Jane was in the mood for diversions. Carpe Diem Jane. Relax and enjoy entertainments while you can. Soon enough you and I will be back on The Angelia, negotiating the crews needs with the Patron's expectations. Humming his approval Korsak walked to a bed chamber and woke Frankie.

"It is your turn at watch. Mind you, Crowe has the devil's own stomach for drink. If he wakes give him the Adam's Ale, and rum."

"Zio, Adam's Ale and rum - You mean water and rum Si"

"Yes, Bucko."Korsak replied.

"I thought I heard Gia? Is she here, I tell her how we found Crowe, and Frost."

"Jane, Frankie, think of her as Jane. With that bilge rat, Crowe, here in our rooms it is better she not be. She wanted to put him on short rations for his mistreatment of the sprogs er our new sailors. She did tell him if he squeezes her backside again she would tie him to the main-mast during the next gail. His nature when sober is unpleasant, and drunk more so.

"Zio, Crowe does not understand women. He does not think before he acts. A woman like my sister does not want a man to molest her, or to parade her about like a prized cow, or to fight with her. She needs to be skillfully cultivated. Praise her abilities, admire her accomplishments, ask her opinions. That would win her. "

"Yes, nephew that would sway her. The short of it is she does not crave attention from him. The older man said smiling at him "Or any man. When did Francisco learn to discern the characters of others. He is becoming an astute man. He will be an excellent guild-man

"Gia, er Jane does not want his version of romance. Which is a boon. I for one do not want Crowe as a brother-in-law. Come Zio I will stand watch over the misbegotten. You should get some sleep."

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"A wager, Jane that does appeal to me" Maura smirked.

I thought it might...Now what do I have, or What can I do that would be amusing for a Lady? You understand that my book collection is off the table?"

Your books and my books as well then? Maura's smirk turn into a smile "I also wonder what do I have, or What can I do that would be entertaining for a Maiden Lady?"

"What can you do, er now M'Lady come dock your shapely aft on my lap, and allow my hands to fulfill you. Ah how greedy are my ears for the moans, and pleas of a woman. I'd have that fine pouty mouth service my tits. I'd bury my fingers into your hot wet cunny,and rejoice with you in pleasure." Jane thought.

"I am not a frail and fair maiden, nor do I have land or title to be called a Lady, you elevate my standing, I'm my Uncle's aide-de-camp, I am my brothers' tutor, and the ship's company's minder. Pardon, are your eyes green or brown, the light is playing tricks on me I think.

"The light is not deceiving you, good woman, my eyes are both here we call it hazel, greenish-brown colour. Not uncommon among Irish. What will it be?

"Yes, a service, a kindness maybe..." Jane stated with a gleam in her eyes.

"We agree, the wager will be a service. What would a ship's secretary need. A Chef De Cuisine to prepare a banquet for her shipmates?

"No our ship's cook does that well enough."

"A Purser to balance the ledger?"

"No, Uncle and I do that"

A bookbinder to attend to your collection?

"That would be useful! Do you have that skill?"

"No, but I can hire the service done."

"No Lady Maura. It should be a kindness you can do without assistance."

"A ladies maid to loosen and tighten your corset?"

"I do not wear a corset, no to that as well"

"No corset. Does your frock have whalebone stays sewn into it?"

"Come feel for yourself. The bodice is the only binding." Jane proclaimed as she gestured towards her own bosom.

Maura removed one glove, inched closer to the brunette, spread out her hand and tentatively caressed the other woman's torso. The hand slowly moved down the slender midsection then back up as if counting the abdominal muscles and ribs. The tall woman suppressed a moan, causing her to tremble, and then move quickly away from the source of her seeming irritation. Jane's thick sable hair swish loose from the confines of it's fasteners.

"Your touch is my undoing, I will have to re-clip my hair." Jane allowed herself to chuckle now.
"Aye my undoing. Her touch has my blood racing and my womanhood aflame. Softly, softly I need to treed. Bedding her will be sweet. I can almost feel and taste her honey-dusted body.
Steady ahead now. If I move too quickly or too slowly, she will vanish into the night.

"You have strong trunk muscles, I have only seen such in paintings and stoneworks. I apologize if my touch caused you discomfort." Maura injected with a downcast look. "Jane's pupils dilated until the irises almost disappeared I did that with my touch. She arouses me both mentally and physically. Strong, but velvety, smooth. Smart, amusing and caring. I want to keep touching her, and I want her to touch me, and kiss me."

"No need for that, I should have warned you that I have a ticklish er trunk as you call it."

"Fair is fair come closer and feel my er torso, my trunk. See if you can map out my ticklish spots." Maura giggled out.

End Notes

Thank you to all who have read and commented. Once again any mistakes are my own.
Thanks to Colleen Thomas: although no longer with us, her stories are a joy to read.
Her guide on how to write a period piece inestimable.

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Zio: Uncle.

Cunny: Middle English slang term for vagina

Sprogs: raw, untrained recruits

Bilge Rat - (1) A rat living in the bilge of a ship. It is considered the lowliest creature by pirates, but many pirates take to eating the animals to survive. (2) An insulting name.