October 2, 1823 Page 2

The smells of sweat, alcohol, and manure were pouring off the huge mass of a man that forcibly pressing me against the door frame. The wooden frame, I deduced later produced a tear within my cloak  from the sheer pressure applied to it through me to my back. "I was callin ya Mam," he said spitting the word "callin" through his pierced lips. Cheers of approval arose from his friends across the cobbled street. He held me there with a forearm across my not so ample chest. I was gasping for air my eyes widened with fear and dread. "That, wuddent too  nice." again almost spitting on the word "wuddent". "You a Lady? or yous a tramp? I like me tramps," pressing me even harder against the frame. I wholly expected to be hauled around the rear and violated, my heart sadden and tears filled my eyes.

A loud noise from behind, startled and confused me. It was the chime of the bell upon the door and the calling of my name that riddled me with relief and confusion just the same.

"Jessica," Mr. Tudor queried.

"My dearest Jessica, you shouldn't have ventured here alone," a man whom I assumed was Mr. Tudor said, scowling at the smell laden beast obstructing my movement.

The stout little shop owner then brushed the beast aside with a slow unyielding  push of his hand. I must explain further as I don't believe his hand actually touched the the other man in any form. I observed as an inch or so discrepancy between the two men as if he was pushing  the beast with the air itself. I gazed upon Tudors visage and beheld a stern but kind expression. A blue glow seemed to burn in the depths of his pupils but supposing the impossibility simply a trick of the light, but how so was baffling, as we were in the shade of the shops canopy. I toiled over this anomaly later with no reconciliation to ease my mind.

"Mr. Todderson, here was just leaving, weren't , Sir?" said the supposed Mr. Tudor.

"Ye, Yes I need some horse stuff," he muttered.

"But not before you apologize for startling my dearest Jessica here, correct?" he insisted.

"Sor, Sorry mam. I was oudda line," the man almost in tears whined.

"Now, on your knees, and kiss her boots!" Tudor demanded.

Mr. Todderson, to my astonishment, dropped to his knees and started toward my feet. "That won't be necessary dear uncle," I said, "I've accept his meager apology." 

"Still," he paused, "I want you to crawl back to your place across the street."

Again to my utter amazement, he started crawling across the street. It appeared he was under some unholy spell. The men across the way took guiltless pleasure at this scene howling in raucously laughter as their companion slowly crossed back to them.

"Now Jessica, how may I help you?" Tudor said pleasantly gesturing toward the open door. He said this so pleasantly and calmly as if the previous events never happened and Mr. Todderson want as he stood there still crawling his way to safety.

I slowly entered the shop with much apprehension and tinges of fear sparking withing me but exhilaration and excitement were present within me as well. The door rattled shut and a small bell rang as it did so. 

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