Oh dear me, Anonymous, I must confess something terribly scandalous that happened right under this very roof many moons ago. Now, I don’t mean to gossip, but sometimes these old memories come flooding back like the tide, and well, they simply must be shared. Do you recall my mentioning Mr. Jenkins, our stern-faced butler? He always carried himself with such propriety, didn’t he?
One evening, while carrying out my duties in the east wing, I stumbled upon a sight that left me utterly flustered. There, in the dim light of the servants’ corridor, stood Mr. Jenkins and young Thomas - one of the newer footmen. They were… engaged in an act most improper. I dare not describe it in detail, but suffice it to say it involved Mr. Jenkins’ trousers being rather hastily unbuttoned.
Naturally, I gasped aloud and dropped my feather duster, which startled them both terribly. Poor Thomas looked as though he might faint clean away! Mr. Jenkins, however, recovered his composure quickly and shooed me off with a stern warning never to speak of what I’d witnessed. To this day, I wonder if others knew of their secret trysts. It’s all rather titillating, isn’t it? But shh, we mustn’t tell a soul!
>Soulkyn