While the clipper ship sailing to America to verify whether Miss Barbara Moore is truly on a diplomatic mission or is a spy sent to harm the crown her life is spared but her body is not!
The abbot would continue Miss Moore’s ‘interrogation’ with the hopes she would confess and the whole issue would be moot and she could be disposed of. The daily (and nighty) whippings would continue.
I cannot believe Siss is seemingly enjoying my torment. I am housed in a cage when I am not being tortured. Siss visits me and folds her arms. In near contempt she says “Damn Barbara you look pathetic!”
“It’s a tad difficult not to look any better when I am treated like this” I retort. “How did you convince the French you aren’t a spy?”
“I used my ‘assets’ and made love to Sister Messaline. I could consider becoming a nun after a night with her.”
“Oh, Siss, how could you?” I cry.
“You silly twit, are you telling me you haven’t bedded Bishop Draco?”
“I would rather die than sleep with him” I exclaim!
“Your wish could come true you naïve girl. Seduce him if you want to live! Remember Barb the beatings will stop when you morale improves!”
I realize I am in a no-win situation and that night to avoid the sting of the whip I relent and seduce the repulsive Bishop Draco. I must admit it took little effort to seduce the lecherous bastard!
Meanwhile across the Atlantic Ocean President Lincoln assembles his cabinet members. The letter had arrived from England by clipper ship wondering what the status of this Miss Barbara Moore as a diplomatic envoy or a spy for the young United States.
(Ed. note- The Secretary of state is Wm. Seward, third from your right.)
“Tell me, William what are Miss Moore and Miss Siss doing in England and France” Mr. Lincoln demands.
“Sir, both of them are convincing the British and the French to remain neutral in the event the south succeeded from the Union.”
“Then why don’t they have diplomatic papers?” the president asks.
“Sir, we did not wish to alarm the southern states.”
“So how do we respond?” Lincoln asks.
“Fortunately Miss Siss has had success with the French. Unfortunately Miss Moore has had less success with the Church of England and is convinced she is a spy” Secretary Seward explains.
“What does the Church of England has to do with the crown?” Mr. Lincoln asks.
Secretary Seward rolls his eyes and wonders if he is talking to Donald Trump but says “I suggest we send a missive to the Crown and suggest Miss Moore is a rogue operative but as a citizen of the United States she will be executed mercifully.”
“But she was only following your directive!” Mr. Lincoln protests.
“Sir her orders stated if she is caught or captured the Secretary would disavow any knowledge of her action.”
“Did she fully understand the orders?”
“She should (if she read the fine print)…
Tree
That 'disavow any knowledge' line seems a good tag line for a TV show or movie... What would you call it??? Maybe 'Mission Improbable'??? ...no, that's no quite it...
The abbot would continue Miss Moore’s ‘interrogation’ with the hopes she would confess and the whole issue would be moot and she could be disposed of. The daily (and nighty) whippings would continue.
I cannot believe Siss is seemingly enjoying my torment. I am housed in a cage when I am not being tortured. Siss visits me and folds her arms. In near contempt she says “Damn Barbara you look pathetic!”
“It’s a tad difficult not to look any better when I am treated like this” I retort. “How did you convince the French you aren’t a spy?”
“I used my ‘assets’ and made love to Sister Messaline. I could consider becoming a nun after a night with her.”
“Oh, Siss, how could you?” I cry.
“You silly twit, are you telling me you haven’t bedded Bishop Draco?”
“I would rather die than sleep with him” I exclaim!
“Your wish could come true you naïve girl. Seduce him if you want to live! Remember Barb the beatings will stop when you morale improves!”
I realize I am in a no-win situation and that night to avoid the sting of the whip I relent and seduce the repulsive Bishop Draco. I must admit it took little effort to seduce the lecherous bastard!
Meanwhile across the Atlantic Ocean President Lincoln assembles his cabinet members. The letter had arrived from England by clipper ship wondering what the status of this Miss Barbara Moore as a diplomatic envoy or a spy for the young United States.
(Ed. note- The Secretary of state is Wm. Seward, third from your right.)
“Tell me, William what are Miss Moore and Miss Siss doing in England and France” Mr. Lincoln demands.
“Sir, both of them are convincing the British and the French to remain neutral in the event the south succeeded from the Union.”
“Then why don’t they have diplomatic papers?” the president asks.
“Sir, we did not wish to alarm the southern states.”
“So how do we respond?” Lincoln asks.
“Fortunately Miss Siss has had success with the French. Unfortunately Miss Moore has had less success with the Church of England and is convinced she is a spy” Secretary Seward explains.
“What does the Church of England has to do with the crown?” Mr. Lincoln asks.
Secretary Seward rolls his eyes and wonders if he is talking to Donald Trump but says “I suggest we send a missive to the Crown and suggest Miss Moore is a rogue operative but as a citizen of the United States she will be executed mercifully.”
“But she was only following your directive!” Mr. Lincoln protests.
“Sir her orders stated if she is caught or captured the Secretary would disavow any knowledge of her action.”
“Did she fully understand the orders?”
“She should (if she read the fine print)…
Tree
That 'disavow any knowledge' line seems a good tag line for a TV show or movie... What would you call it??? Maybe 'Mission Improbable'??? ...no, that's no quite it...
and I ask you not to do that again...
YOU'RE NO GREAT BEACON OF ALLURE YOURSELF, MISS JOAN. I'M AT LEAST BRIGHT ENOUGH NOT TO GET INVOLVED WITH YOU 
