The Mephit's Tales

THREE

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The thing I’ve most come to regret about the work I do is how it reduced sex to just another task, something routine. The women I serviced came from many walks of life, from tradeswomen through artisans and even a few examples of minor nobility. They had many body types, some almost masculine, some so lushly female that it was almost daunting. But to some extent, all the faces and bodies blended together.

Angelique was somewhat more distinct in that regard, if only because I saw some snippets of her life, and to some extent, she was working to keep me happy, not only the other way around. It was almost relaxing – exhausting, but in such a satisfying manner that it felt good.

The days rolled by into weeks. My eighteenth birthday passed by, and a few weeks later came the first snows of November. Then someone came in who truly caught my eye.

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Thomas and I were brought to the physician’s offices together, in spite of his one-week lead on being cut. The same physician who’d tended to me in the first place was about to usher us into separate rooms, but apparently changed her mind; she sent us into a small room with a pair of glass vials, and instructed us to have fun, so long as we each provided a sample. The room wasn’t particularly comfortable, though, and the awareness of where we were and why kept our enjoyment in check. Still, it was more pleasant than simply sitting in a room and taking it in my own hand.

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Sometimes, people ask how I started doing this.

It’s simple, really. There I was, not a week past my sixteenth birthday, meandering through the market and looking at all sorts of goods that I had no hope of buying for myself. I was dreaming of the time I might have enough money for it – me, a youth of no trade, no prospects; me, a street urchin, my father dead before I was born, my mother jailed for smuggling dream-spice. But I dreamed anyway, dreamed of the time when I would be a man of substance, when the name of Edmond Larson would command respect. What I would be, how I would get that wealth, I had no idea; but I dreamed of having it.

And in the short term, I would take the pennies I’d begged for, and buy one of the spiced buns that had been tantalizing my nose for the last quarter-hour.

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