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I am June, your neighbourhood Prostitute and want to tell you some of my y adventures.
Following my treatment by those in Holy Orders – I decided that I could, no longer, remain with the Church of Rome so I moved to Dublin to join the Church of Ireland (protestant) but first I took a room at the Lambert family hostel at 3 Pembroke Road, Ballsbridge, Dublin, by the canal.
One evening, at dinner, I sat next to a young man, who introduced himself as ‘Eammon O’barton’ We talked quite a lot and, eventually, asked if we could meet and he would show me around in his car. – Since he was a handsome and welleducated young man I agreed happily. He was a gentleman and opened the car door for me and we chatted continuously when he took me to the zoo, in Pheonix Park – where he explained “They are worldfamous for breeding Lions” – he later drove me to Dun Laoghaire – to view the docks – and showed me the two Church of Ireland Cathedrals in Dublin and, being protestant introduced me to the Bishop of one who, at a small service had me become a protestant – I felt totally relieved – he commented “A lot of Catholics are changing faith before migrating” – There is a catholic Procathedral in a slum area near the docks.
Eammon, who had been educated at Trinity College, Dublin, showed me around the impressive buildings including the central Campanile and the library which has the “Book of Kells” beautifully decorated and handwritten in the original Latin – No value can be put on it – it is unique worldwide.
He was a member of the two main societies – The College Historical Society (The Hist) where his ancestor had been awarded – “The Best Maiden Speakers award (5 pounds an enormous amount in those days) – and The University Philosophical Society (The Phil)
A few days later he asked me “Would you like to come to Cork and then the twenty miles to Blarney Castle?” – “Yes please, I’ve heard about that” so we set off (he opened the door for me) I was sitting in the passenger seat and, after being raped by the Clergy, was astounded that he had not made a pass at me and my cunt was desperate from some male attention – my masturbation was insufficient – so I groped his trousers until there was a bulge and then unzipped his flies to reveal his delightful cock – about 51/2” uncircumcised – and rubbed it erect and then sucked him off – the taste of cum was euphoric – and we pulled into a lay by and he asked me what he could do – “Fuck me of course”, – I replied “but finger me off for now – and fuck me tonight please” – “It’s a deal,” Eammon said.
We saw the site of Nelson’s Pillar – blown up by the IRA – in front of the Post Office where British civil servants were killed, at the start of the War of Independence in 1922.
We drove on and admired the fleet in Cork Harbour before driving twentythree miles to the ruins of Blarney Castle where 80feet up is a hole now with bars and to kiss the stone you have to lean backward – head stretched back and kiss the stone – it is said to give you the gift of the gab – the kisser talks too much – often used by politicians and lawyers – the “Specialists say a man fell the 80 feet to his death – it was, in fact, a boy who was too small to bridge the gap. – Eammon, who had already kissed it, held me closely and squeezed my breast whilst I also kissed it (now I have a reason for all my talk)
St Patrick is supposed to have driven all the snakes from Ireland (Snakes had reached England but never crossed the sea to Ireland) – He, in fact, expelled 20 protestants.
We visited the Guinness brewery and had a free drink – and we both enjoy regular glasses of the ‘black stuff’ – Slainte
We drove north from Dublin to Belfast in Northern Ireland and crossed the river Boyne – where a famous battle was fought “The Battle of Boyne Water”. In 10 King James 2 (a Roman Catholic) was beaten when William of Orange won and became King William 3 of Britain, (protestant). – Eammon’s ancestor had waded through the river and was soaked to the armpits in the middle (5′ deep)
We proceeded to Drogheda where the head of Blessed (Now Saint) Oliver Plunket – who was proselytizing the Irish was sentenced by the English to be hung, drawn, and quartered at Tyburn near London. (Only the British could devise such a horrendous way of execution). The head is above the altar in St Mary’s church. (An ugly sight)
We crossed the border with no trouble – just waved through going and returning, An Garda (the police) are very helpful when we passed through on the way to Newry and into hilly Northern Ireland,
We maintained our y relationship every night and were very relaxed together a sort of harmony
In Belfast, we visited the wall that the British had erected to keep the religions apart and was causing more trouble than previously when the protestants had “FUCK THE POPE” and the Catholics had “FUCK THE QUEEN” written in large white letters on the house walls.
We visited Donegal and on our return journey via Londonderry (Derry) And we climbed the ruined walls and touched “Roaring Meg” a giant cannon the sound of which terrified more people than it killed.
During our return to Belfast, we saw and clambered over Giant’s Causeway when the Irish Giant Finn McCool beat the Scottish Giant Benandonner – whose last activity was to throw a grass sod – which landed in the Sea and is The Isle of Man.
We also visited the distilleries of two Whiskeys, Bushmills, and Tullamore Dew (20 miles apart) – Irish Whiskey is distilled three times while Scotch is only twice – giving it a smoother taste
– we had a few glasses (again Slainte)
Whilst we were in Belfast, Eammon joined the Loyal Orange Order – a strongly protestant order which marches formally every 12th of July wearing orange sashes and playing music, and singing loyal songs.
The Protestant boys are loyal and true – Stout hearted in battle and stouthanded too – The Protestant boys are true as of yore – and faithful and peaceful when danger is o’er – and though they bear and proudly wear the colours that floated o’er many a fray – When canons were crashing and sabres were flashing – the Protestant boys still carried the day.
We saw the Mountains of Mourne famous for sloping down to the sea. (An amazing sight) Rocks and sea spume.
We visited Donegal, Letterkenny, Galway, and Antrim all beautiful cities as was Limerick.
“There was a young lady called Mary – Whose cheeks were excessively hairy – She’d shave twice a week – To keep at her Peak And stop being called Hairy Mary”
When we were back in Pembroke Road, although we have two rooms we shared one bed, and Eammon and I would kiss and cuddle as well as have full – my cunt was still always wet but also satisfied. I felt very close to Eammon and his company and I think he felt the same about me – a situation that I had never felt before. I enjoyed a feeling of togetherness and security.
Eammon knelt by the bed one night and kissed me – “Are we happy together?” He asked – “very much so” I replied – “Shall we get married?” He asked – I was overwhelmed – but protested that after the Priests “I am used goods and unsuitable” – “You have told me about those bastard Catholic lunatics,” he said, “But do you love Me?” – I took two seconds to answer “Of course I do,” I said.
The Bishop who admitted me to the Church of Ireland married us and I ordered him to accept the old response “I will love, honour, and obey you” which I said to Eammon – the Bishop smiled as he blessed us.
We toured England for our honeymoon to visit the locations where Eammon’s ancestors had lived.
I have resigned from my profession,
June O’barton
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