"Mrs. Emma, you look most peckish, do enter!" I exclaimed upon seeing her. My housemaid Miss Lillian had just walked her to my study door and was standing looking at me most expectantly as I assisted the poor young doctor's wife into the room to recline gently upon the settee, for she did look most pale and drained and reticent to sit, although with my motions I did get her to gingerly it seemed rest her posterior upon the thing.
"Mr. Bigguns, sir, if it please you I must mention that..." Lillian was saying from her post at the door.
"Miss Lillian, please! In such a dire circumstance we shall dispense with that would be a standard behavior indeed for Mrs. ______ is very truly feeling so poorly, please exit now and I will let you know of any assistance needed forthwith!" And with that Miss Lillian closed the door rather sharply it seemed to me, but closed nonetheless.
"Oh my, oh my," Mrs. Emma was muttering, "for where had I gone wrong, oh where?" She fanned her face with her hand clumsily as I gathered a sheaf of papers from my desk. I put them in her hands and beckoned her to use them to fan herself with.
"I shall pour you a sweet libation, dear Mrs. Emma, for you are most agitated it seems."
"Yes, oh yes Mr. Bigguns, please so do, for I am in need..." and she began to weep tremendously at this point, great tears streaming down her face. I could not help but notice that again her bosom was heaving but in a separate and even lower cut top than she had previously exhibited. There was no broken clasp but truly there was no place for a clasp to even attach, for this garment did have a rounded neckline that fairly plunged to Satan's depths before rounding back above, and her generous cleavage, soft and yielding in the scooping shelf of the trim fabric harness, did swell and rise most harmoniously with her belabored breathing.
It was obvious that she was on the verge of hysteria, and I reached forth to take her pulse. It was racing quite violently. "Mrs. Emma, my dear, you are quite in a state of panic, I will surely provide you with a small medicinal to alleviate the sharpest of the pangs you are feeling so as to put you in a more restive state!"
"Oh my, yes, please, oh my for I feel so very faint and tired, yet at the same time most fraught with energy..." she trailed off, the back of her hand pressed to he her forehead in a most pathetic manner.
"My dear, please drink this draught forthwith so we may discuss your distress in a more somber and civilized way," I spoke, handing her a small toddy of whisky with a slight tincture of laudanum. I had purposefully limited the amount of that most remarkable elixir, in the hopes of not only slightly liberating her angst in her demeanor but also encouraging her state of being such that she might in a relaxed and altogether honest manner divulge completely the details of what was troubling her.
"Oh kind sir, thank'ee!" and she, as had earlier in the day, put the shot back in one hammering draught, releasing the glass to my waiting hand. I was enraptured to see some small drops of the liquid spill ever so slightly from the edge of the cup to drop languidly upon those smooth and soft hills of flesh, to trickle down into the folds of her deep cleavage. She seemed not to notice, although I could not take my eyes from the sight.
I glanced up to see her own eyes searching mine. "Why sir," she said, softly, "do I spy you looking at my longing girls thus as I would imagine, that you may have..." she trailed off, then focusing anew, continued, "that you may have desires upon my person, desires upon these cherished girls whom so longingly beckoned a certain...doctor, whom...whom...oh I cannot fathom now my plight!" she blurted, her tears starting anew.
The laudanum had quickly taken effect it seems, for she was rapidly beginning to exhibit the telltale signs of the drug, that of a relaxation of mind and speech, just the medicine of which I was hoping to alleviate her distress with. My gazing lustily at her enormous mammaries had not gone unnoticed, yet thanks to the laudanum had made but a ripple of care in her now-relaxed mind.
"Now, now, Mrs. Emma, do be still for your physic is remedied with a tincture of my own devising, and you will begin to feel most mellow and relaxed shortly," I said, my own attitude very calm and reassuring, for upon occasion the laudanum might elicit a most disagreeable response in a patient and I was loath to have to remedy that. "Please lay back upon the settee here, I have adjusted the sofa for your pillows, er, I do mean the pillow for your head, and you will find it most comfortable I am sure."
She lay back upon the cushion, again gingerly moving her posterior into place, and her head softly nestled in the smooth silk fabric. Her bosom was proudly held in her lovely top, the cleavage held firmly aloft and yet inching back towards her chin just slightly, enough to clearly define the mass of her two lovely mounds of flesh. She spoke again, softer now, "Oh yes, Mr. Bigguns, I can feel it coursing through my veins even now." I too was watching the swell of her breathing very closely, for any change in her physic. She continued, "I must speak with you now, for I do feel as though my mind is so distraught I may completely unhinge at any moment, and I wish to make myself known before that final unhappy moment!"
"Mrs. Emma, you will not unhinge my dear, and all will be well soon, please do relax and speak your mind, you will find solace shortly I do guarantee it." I checked her pulse again and it had slowed considerably, the laudanum's chemical properties enacting with her physic successfully. "Please, speak whenever you are ready, of course I am here." I reached up and adjusted the pillow to ease her breathing, which was becoming slow and steady. Taking the opportunity to evaluate her expansive chest, I could see the swell of her bubbies pleasantly modulating with her breathing, the pressure on them from the dress pushing them slightly up towards her smooth neck with every inhalation.
She rather suddenly took another deep breath, her eyes fluttering and the band of fabric holding in her swollen breasts tightening like a mizzen sail halyard, while I suppressed a gasp. "My dear sir, I am so upset, for earlier today, I did...may we speak again thus as we had earlier, for I so liked our earlier discussion!" She was speaking with her eyes closed, the laudanum taking a full effect at this point, her speech slightly encumbered, but her thoughts relaxed and generally lucid. For me, this was the optimal point of the influence of the drug, for I had in fact experimented with it on many occasions with Miss Lillian, and found it to be both a tonic and a curse, although nothing like the absinthe most foul of which I have described ad nauseum in previous dispatches.