Chapter 25 (Eugene’s Story)

EUGENE AND MULLEN worked for most of the evening, giving the spiel and collecting signatures. Mullen ordered them each another beer from the brewery’s selection and Eugene gulped at it between groups of signers. As the evening grew late and the crowd got more drunk, he and Mullen decided to close up for the day. They had thirty-seven signers that evening.

“We’ve about got an entire company,” Mullen said. “Good work. I’m going home to bed.”

“Shall we set up at four tomorrow?” Eugene asked.

“Shame on you,” Mullen said. “I know you are new in the City of Brotherly Love, but we don’t suggest people work on the Lord’s Day. You’ll come to the Friends Meeting Hall, just a quarter mile south of us. Be there by nine-thirty. I’ll meet you there. After the meeting, we’ll go to my mother’s house, which is not far from there. We’ll have a good home-cooked meal and then you can stroll along the river coming back to your room. It will do you good to have a day of rest.”

An old preacher like you should know you have to go to church on Sunday.

“Oh, yes. Of course. I forgot what day it was. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mullen left the tavern and Eugene stood to go to his room. Patience was immediately beside him with a hand held out. He fished in his purse for three pennies and she joined him on the trip to his room. “Tell me, is there anything you like I can do for you?” Eugene asked Patience as she began unfastening his buttons. She looked at him, rather puzzled, then rubbed her finger and thumb together in a universal gesture for money. “Ah. More money? Certainly.” He fished in his purse for some more but only found shillings and a few crowns rather than more pennies. He handed her a shilling and she took it, wide-eyed. She immediately stripped off all her clothes and helped him remove his. She knelt in front of him.

I didn’t think they did that here.

“I won’t object to seeing and touching,” Eugene said.

Patience was shapely with only a few scars from childhood diseases. It was clear she was familiar with being used for men’s pleasure, but the more she was paid, the more enthusiastic she became. Her increased activity served to excite Eugene more than the zipless fuck he’d had the night before.

You may want to slow down a little or it will all be over before you’ve shown her how to enjoy it.

“I definitely want her to enjoy this.”

She looked curiously at him, but he began caressing her and manipulating her hot spots. She’d apparently bathed recently because Eugene thought she smelled somewhat better than he did. He needed to see about a bath when he got back to his room Sunday night.

Patience was disconcerted with the way he was handling her, but soon accepted his caresses, even when he slid his hand between her legs. He found her much more prepared for entry than he had the night before.

“Signing thirty-seven today made me ready to celebrate tonight,” he said, trying to slow himself down a little. “That will make a nice payday on Monday.”

The words seemed to do as much to turn Patience on as his manipulations.

Keep talking. I can’t slow you down forever.

“They will raise two battalions of three hundred each. That will be enough to put companies of thirty to fifty on all the ships in the Continental Navy. It will be quite a force if it’s anything like the Marines of our day.”

He finally relented and slid his cock into Patience’s welcoming quim. She was much more enthusiastic in receiving him than the night before.

Probably not as polished as your Marines, but they appear to be tough fellows.

“They’ll be tested when they sail for Halifax in December. What a terrible time to go north!”

At that point Patience whined and bucked against him. Her climax proved too much for him to resist, and he released himself into her. It was much more satisfying than the night before.

Nor was Patience done for the night. Eugene settled back in his bed, expecting her to wipe herself, dress, and leave again. Instead, she stayed in bed with him and as soon as she could get him hard again, she offered herself again. This recurred about every two or three hours through the night.

When they woke before daylight in the morning, Patience slipped out of bed to dress. She bent over to step into her petticoat and Eugene was suddenly inspired to step up behind her. The surprise and his manipulation of her sex combined to bring them both to satisfying climaxes again.

She finished dressing and left. Eugene sank back on the bed.

That should do it.

“I hope so. I’d rather not stay here much longer than I have to.”

He washed himself in the cold water basin sitting on his table, paying attention to carefully bathing his genitals. He had no idea how many men she had during the week. Then he dressed and went to the main room of the tavern for coffee and cold mash.

Eugene could easily tolerate the Friends meeting, even though it lasted until noon. Then he accompanied Mullen, his mother, and two younger sisters to his home. Mrs. Mullen set about testing the roast chicken and parsnips. Eugene discovered she owned the Tun Tavern which was why Mullen ate there each evening. She stayed in the kitchen, letting the barman handle all the business in front. She had a brew master and hired four or five young women to carry food and to clean the tavern and guests’ rooms.