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At one time in my life I was a mediocre wiseacre who passed my time in pursuits of merriment and frivolity, that was before I rented a garret from the innkeeper's wife. When I first met her she seemed a pleasant sort, I didn't have to worry about her making arduous advances toward me as she did other patrons for I am more than a bit effete and this tends to put people off so they leave me alone but I did not know what a precarious position I put myself in by renting that humble garret.

After a stroll one evening I found myself at a community table drinking a pint and interjecting myself as an interlocutor throughout the evening. As I decided to turn in I found myself in a most harrowing situation, the innkeeper's wife cornered me on the stairs with a wicked piece of glass aimed at my gut and she threatened to eviscerate me right then and there. Rivulets of sweat poured down my neck, I did not know how to get out of that situation and certainly did not know what I had done to provoke it.

I felt that my very existence hung in a precarious balance and that I must find a way out of this situation. "What do you want," I queried as she stared at me malevolently.

"I saw the way you were eying that harlot Mab," said she, "It will not do," she added, "you belong to me."

"I was not looking at Mab, good lady, but what would you have me do to make amends for the slight that you have endured," I asked hoping for a way to get out of the situation.

"Go on up to you garret," she hissed, "I will cut out your liver and serve it for the dinner time consumption of our guests. There is no other remedy."

As I could not get down the stairs without being gouged I went up to my garret, fearing the worst. I braced myself for the pain that she had promised me.

"Petty little man," she laughed,"you are all the same. You never try to fight me off but rather give in to your certain death. Take off your clothes and lie on your cot," she ordered.

As I did so, I noticed the she too was undressing. She lay down the large shard of glass but kept it within her reach.

"Make love to me now and do a fine job of it or I will tell my  husband you tried to rape me and you will lose more than your liver," she whispered in my ear.

I made love to her as best I could. She then climbed off the cot, proclaimed that she would let me live but advised me not to try to take leave of the garret the next day or she would kill me yet.

I was enervated by her predatory actions and stayed in the garret for two day until finally I slipped away with my packed bag and took leave of that village vowing to never return again.

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