"The King's at it again" said Eve Parrot senior Chambermaid for the west wing.
Under Chambermaid Karen Stubbins heard the banging of bed on partition but had failed to make the connection.
"Oh that's it is it."
"Has he had you yet,"
"No I'm Lesbian me."
"Did you lie on the Job application."
"Of course."
"Well he will want you sooner or later."
"He can fucking want."
The King had already spotted Karen but age was catching up with him at over eighty and his libido had started to wane.
King George was lonely, his daughter in law Adelaide, was very good to him but life was an endless round of yes men and flunkeys and of course Maids, Secretaries and PAs.
He asked that Karen should be sent to clean the white room on the second floor of the West Wing and he discovered her there just after lunch, He ran through the chat up speech and as he got to the hands on bit she told him firmly he could "Fuck right off."
Now King George had been told to "Fuck Off" by commoners at least three times in his eighty years and he was immensely amused.
"Send that girl up with my coffee" he ordered.
"Send that girl up", he ordered time and again.
She knew he meant to grind her down but she liked the job and was determined to resist him and not quit.
She had been up since six so by mid night she was very tired as she took the King some Cocoa, he was in bed, an immense four poster, and he smiled as he saw her.
"No" she said firmly.
"I can't sleep, you could be very efficacious in assisting to relieve th tensions of the day."
"No sir."
"Oh bring me some more at two would you, no need for cook to stay up."
Karen made her unsteady way to the kitchen.
King George set his alarm for one fifty nine and fell swiftly into a dream filled sleep where he was young again.
He woke to the alarm and Karen entered, Dog tired but determined.
"Set the drink down, and please wait while I drink it then you can return it to the Kitchen. She hovered.
"Sit down, before you fall down."
She sat on the bed.
Her eyes half closed.
He sipped in silence as she slowly keeled over and fell into a deep sleep along the bottom of his bed.
He sensed victory and carefully oh so carefully he undid her white blouse, pulled down her black skirt, her lacy black brassiere, pantyhose and panties until she lay naked.
He covered her with his Dressing Gown then after hiding her clothes in a drawer he so gently manoeuvred her under the bed covers next to him.
She woke around six, the grey light of morning seeped through the rich thick curtains.
She felt unfamiliar bed sheets and realised she was completely naked, in bed with a man.
She had never had a man, she had always managed to evade and outrun her step father back home in the Valleys among the closed coal mines and deserted abandoned chapels and her mother had not believed her tales of the husband's letchery.
She thought of Miss Cairns, her form tutor in whom she had confided and whom in turn had shown her the delights that two girls could enjoy without men's brutality intruding. She thought of their Saturdays together. Revising, in Miss Cairns Lounge and Bathroom and bed. How could a man compete.
The bed so warm and cosy the sheets he dreams of the Valleys, she felt a warm glow and felt the need for relief, she thought to seek out Lydia with whom she had spent a night but decided she liked the warm soft bed, and drifted again into a deep sleep.
Ralph was incensed, Senior Steward it was his role to supply late night Cocoa to the King and as a former Navy petty officer he was used to sleeping four hours in the Day and four at night so as to be constantly on call, yet the King had asked for the girl.
Ralph had been promoted rapidly, too rapidly his colleagues thought, what tricks could he perform they wondered. but they were wrong, King George accidentally broached the question of Homo sexuality quite innocently, Ralph mis understood and Ralph, a very junior employee left King George in no doubt that Ralph preferred death to buggery.
It never really occurred to staff that with His Highnesses predilection for swinging both ways that the King might prefer the company of Heterosexual staff.
