A Gentlemen's Agreement

Did you hear? Lady Irene is back. But she's no lady any more. And she's not back in the manor. The things she does! It's appalling. I don't know personally, of course. I'd never go near the slave kennels. But you know what slaves do. The most disgusting sex things. Any gentleman can get anything he wants from a slave. Anything. You can't imagine the kinds of things those slaves think up. Depraved things. Leading our husbands astray. Seducing them into all kinds of perverted games. Not my husband, of course. I know he's faithful to me. But all the other ladies' husbands. Can you imagine what it would be like to be involved one of the slave's after-dinner entertainments? Why, I'm all aquiver just thinking about what might go on in the billiard room. But you don't have to imagine it. Someone wrote a book about it. Atrocious. Telling all the slaves' secrets. It's pure pornography. The worst kind of smut. But that's just what I hear, of course. I'd never read such a book myself. Never. It would make me feel just so dirty. Filthy. **