Lucy lifts the back of her skirts.

Lucy stepped up to the sink of Henshawe's water closet and looked back over her shoulder at Edmund.

Edmund frowned in impatience, sniffed audibly and turned to leave.

"Edmund, wait," Lucy said, doing her best to project a firm voice from her abdomen.

"What is it now?" he asked. Lucy could see the front of his trousers bulging, which must be adding to his exasperation.

Lucy raised the back of her skirts and bared her bottom to Edmund, for the first time of her own initiative. "Please take me, Edmund," she said. "Prick to fanny, as peers."

"You are insane, woman," Edmund growled. But he stepped up to her and closed the W.C. door behind him. He fumbled with his buttons, muttering under his breath, and within a half minute, his prick was hilted in Lucy's feminine sheath.

Edmund took Lucy from behind with hard, fast strokes as was his wont, bumping her against the copper sink basin. But in a minute, he was muttering and cursing again.

"Damn, damn, damn, woman," Edmund cursed. "What have you done to me?"

Lucy felt his penis lose its stiffness and slip out of her channel. Edmund fumbled, trying to get himself re-seated, but his shaft was too soft to enter her.

Lucy straightened up and turned. Edmund was flushed red, muttering and beside himself with embarrassment. She'd never known him to lose an erection.

"Here, let me help," Lucy said.