{"id":1297,"date":"2022-08-18T17:16:10","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:16:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1297"},"modified":"2022-09-08T17:30:04","modified_gmt":"2022-09-08T17:30:04","slug":"volume-two-chapter-seven","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1297","title":{"rendered":"Volume Two Chapter Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1297\" class=\"elementor elementor-1297\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-de499f3 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"de499f3\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-d597665\" data-id=\"d597665\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-6de30aa elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"6de30aa\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/2XjgJRc911tY6L0WMwXNqo\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-e8bf91c\" data-id=\"e8bf91c\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-f6d63e8 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"f6d63e8\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/759oIY1Y5j9WLozk1P5Bje\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-5465516 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"5465516\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-4f1df00\" data-id=\"4f1df00\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-10a4a21 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"10a4a21\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-6b72fc0 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"6b72fc0\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-a3dd884\" data-id=\"a3dd884\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-c5ddc85 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"c5ddc85\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 289\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 7<\/p>\n<p><i>Molly and Giles. \u2022 A country ale-house. \u2022 Pender\u2019s history. \u2022 How her virginity was taken. \u2022 Whiteteeth\u2019s ailment. \u2022 Molly in the loft. \u2022 Interrupted. Molly tailed.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I fucked Whiteteeth in the meadow one night again. We selected a field further off, which led to another bit of luck. She had left me, and I was stepping quietly, so that if met, no one might suppose we had been together; when I heard on the other side of a hedge, movements, and the voices of a male and female. They sat down within a few feet of where I was. I only heard imperfectly, and tell as well as I could gather what was said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can\u2019t stay\u201d, said she, \u201cmother will be after me, -she don\u2019t know I am out of the yard.\u201d A kiss, \u2014 many kisses, \u2014 a scuffle,\u2013\u201cbe quiet\u201d, \u2014 then all was a mumble. Then \u201cI won\u2019t, \u2014 I won\u2019t, \u2014 never again, \u2014 you shant.\u201d \u201cHush!\u201d said he, \u201csuppose some one is near.\u201d \u201cDo let\u2019s feel it, -let\u2019s do it\u201d, said the male, \u201cdo it once, do it twice, it\u2019s all the same once done.\u201d I kept as quiet as death.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo\u201d (here something I could not catch), \u2014 \u201cno, \u2014 it warn\u2019t no pleasure to me, \u2014 I\u2019ve been crying ever since, \u2014 you won\u2019t marry me after all I dare say, though I let you do it.\u201d \u201cSo help me God I will, I\u2019ll marry you.\u201d He swore quite loudly. \u201cHish !\u201d \u201cMother won\u2019t let us, she hates you.\u201d The female whimpered, then was mumbling, kissing, soothing, quietness, then all of a sudden, \u201cOh ! you\u2019re hurting me with your fingers.\u201d \u201cHish !\u2014 hish !-be quiet!\u201d Then I could hear nothing;\u2014then, \u201cNo, I\u2019ll be getting in a mess like Bess.\u201d Said the man half angrily, \u201cShe were a fool, she needn\u2019t a had a child; I knows a mother who can stop any gal having a child.\u201d \u201cNow don\u2019t, \u2014 oh ! it hurts, \u2014 no, \u2014 oh !\u2014hoe !\u201d The voices sank; kisses came a slight rustling, and all was quiet.<\/p>\n<p>Then I heard broken words from both, but in a subdued voice \u201cI\u2019ll never let you no more\u201d, said the female, \u201cyou go that way.\u201d Kiss, kiss, and the cut off, the female towards the gate I had entered the field by, he across the fields. She piddled, and waited till he had gone. Dodging her I moved after her, and saw her enter the farm-yard, but could not identify her. It&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">must be Molly I was sure, no other female at that time was likely to enter there. Why Molly has been fucked !<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 290\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Next day I asked nursemaid about Molly. \u201cOh ! that\u2019s why you go to the farm so often\u201d, said she laughing jealously. \u201cShe\u2019s a good girl, her mother looks after her sharp.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I had most difficulty in getting Pender. She would not go into the privy again. I fucked her once or so in the barn, but at railroad pace; both anxious, the fuck barely worth having. \u201cI\u2019ll go to mother\u2019s next Sunday\u201d, said she. If P go to the Red Lion on Saturday night, I\u2019ll be outside in the lane.\u201d We met in the lane, but I could only get a feel, and arrange about Sunday. \u201cI\u2019ll go to mother\u2019s at *** (the market-town), if the day be fine; P. won\u2019t come, he don\u2019t like mother, or he\u2019ll only come in the evening.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On Sunday I rode to the town, passing Pender on the road in her Sunday finery, went to a lane where was an ale-house and bakery below, a baudy house above, and took a room (Fred told me of the place years before). Pender went to her mother\u2019s, and so soon as people were in church came to the appointed corner. I kept well ahead of her, entered the house, and after hesitating at the door in she came after me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow could you be such a fool as to walk about outside like that?\u201d said I angrily, for I had feared she would not enter. \u201cI was frightened\u201d, she replied, \u201cand oh ! I must get back to mother\u2019s by dinner-time at one, when the Publics and the bake-houses open.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>It was a delicious day, and beats in my recollection many others of fevered enjoyment. Little by little I stropped a tall, fine, stout, healthy, country woman, a regular spanker; with white flesh, firm, soft satiny and smelling like new milk. She was bashful without affection, ashamed to expose her charms, yet proud to do so to me. She was clad in snow-white coarse linen, neat and clean from her boots to her head. What enjoyment we had! how we spent ! I fucked her three times before the dinner-hour, my prick or my finger was in her cunt for an hour and a half.<\/p>\n<p>At half-past twelve off she went; in less than two hours back she came. She had said that a friend of hers was ill, and she had promised to sit with her (a woman cocking is never at loss for a lie). It was raining. The umbrella helped to hide her, but she was nervous about being seen. I had dinner at the house, the woman cooked well; the keepers were really&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">small traders who did not mind their rooms being used for love-making, and had none of the dirty tricks of a Lon-don baudy house keeper. He fetched me a bottle of good sherry. I got as lewd as could be, and to her astonishment turned her face against the bed, threw up her clothes and had her with my belly against her rump. I shall never forget the comicality of that fuck, her protesting against it, and her wonderment at such an attitude. The novelty upset her.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 291\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I don\u2019t recollect much more what I did, but it was an afternoon of baudy teaching on my part, of confidences on hers; it was the first time we had a chat together on general matters. Speaking of her husband she said, \u201cWhy you have done it as much almost as he has done since we have been married.\u201d \u201cWhat in a year?\u201d \u201cYes, we were married several weeks afore he did it at all, so I told mother, and that\u2019s why he don\u2019t like her.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She was warmed with wine, we were on the bed cuddling, my fingers at work on her clitoris, we were enjoying each other\u2019s nakedness. I pressed her to tell me more, and now narrate briefly what I heard of her first fuck, her grievances and troubles.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAfter I spoke to mother, mother said to him, \u2018You don\u2019t want a wife much Mr. Pender, I think.\u201dWhy of course I do, I should not have married had I not.\u2019 \u2018Well it don\u2019t seem like it\u2019, said mother. Then Pender said, \u2018You mind your own business mother, or you\u2019ll make it hot for your daughter\u2019, and with that he went out, and slammed the door. Mother did not like to say any more, for fear he would ill-treat me. Soon after he said, \u2018What have you been saying to your mother?\u2019 \u2018Nothing\u2019, I answered. He looked queer, and still he did not do anything to me for some time.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen I was in bed I used to lay and cry, he\u2019d say, \u2018What are you crying about woman?\u2019 but I never told. After that one night he took my hand, put it on his thing and said, \u2018Feel that lass.\u2019 Then he felt all round me you know\u2019, said Mrs. P. laughing, \u2018and he had never done that before, \u2014 and with no more ado he got atop and said, \u2018Not don\u2019t be a fool\u2019, and then he did it, \u2014 and that\u2019s all\u201d, said Mrs. Pender describing her first marital poke, \u2014 the real beginning of her married life, \u2014 as she laid side by side by me, with my prick in her hand.<\/p>\n<p>I was curious, \u2014 a man always is in such matters. \u201cDid it hurt you? \u2014 did he get up you quick?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sure it was pretty quick, I cried out, and it&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">hurt. I was all in a tremble; then he said, \u2018Well you were all right and tight five minutes ago.\u2019 I bled a lot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 292\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cPerhaps your old sweetheart had done it before?\u201d \u201cHe never laid hand on me, but to kiss me.\u201d \u201cNor any one ?\u201d \u201cOh! yes, they have tried all round I think\u201d, said she laughing, \u201cyou have, \u2014 so has the squire, and lots of \u2019em, you can\u2019t help that, \u2014 if a girl\u2019s taken unawares a man can get his hand on her thighs, but he won\u2019t get more; and I always slapped their heads, and there was an end of it.\u201d I recollect certainly her slap-ping at mine hard enough.<\/p>\n<p>Then she relieved her mind. \u201cHe\u2019s not a bad man, he don\u2019t get drunk, and we don\u2019t quarrel ; but I don\u2019t care for him, and never did.\u201d \u201cAh ! you lost your young man, and thought you would be fucked by some one.\u201d \u201cI did not think at all about it, but in a sort of spiteful fit, when he asked me to marry him, I said yes. I didn\u2019t think about his not doing it to me much, till a woman asked me how I liked it, and how often he did it; but I told her he did it a lot. Then I talked, and found men did it often to their wives, and he does not do it to me once in three weeks. So I fretted.\u201d \u201cWhat do you do?\u201d said I. She laughed, I gave her clitoris a rub. \u201cThat\u2019s what you do?\u201d \u201cYes\u201d, said she. \u201cDo you often want fucking?\u201d \u201cEvery day\u201d, said Mrs. Pender frankly and openly. \u201cDid you want it the day I had you by the hay-stack?\u201d \u201cI just did.\u201d Then she added that her husband knew she frigged herself, and usually said to her when she intimated that she should like him up her, \u201cOh! do it yourself, if your cunt\u2019s so hot, I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She had married a man much more than double her own age, who poked her once in three weeks; this healthy, well-fed woman of twenty-three who wanted a nightly roger, and could have spent half-a-dozen times daily with ease. She now had got me, liked me, was ready to do anything with me or for me as I found out, and was sorry for it.<\/p>\n<p>At six o\u2019clock she was obliged to leave. We were both fucked out, and parted regretting that a month must pass before she could venture to go to her mother\u2019s again. I had left her enough to think about, for I fucked her in several attitudes. It gave me pleasure to teach her.<\/p>\n<p>Next day Molly ran in my head, so I fished about to hook her. She had seemed to me so young, that I had taken but little notice of her; liking the&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">fat-cunted, biggish-arsed females best. Now I noticed her being so plump and fresh, and wondered I had never noticed her previously. When I met her, I looked in her face thinking, \u201cInnocent as you look, your cunt\u2019s been wetted by a man.\u201d I longed for her, but she was nearly always in the farm-yard, either with her mother or Pender, when not assisting up at the Hall; but when a man hunts a woman he is sure to get a chance, as will be seen I did.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 293\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Just after I had Pender on the Sunday, an annoying thing occurred to me. Whiteteeth worked in all parts of the parish, and she just now came to do something on my aunt\u2019s grounds, \u2014 weeding I think. Catching her one day alone I took some liberty. She resisted sullenly, looked up, and nodding her head said, \u201cYou gave me a bad illness.\u201d \u201cWhat!\u201d said I. \u201cDid you not?\u201d said she. I swore I had not; did she think me such a blackguard? \u2014 would she see my prick? \u201cThen my damned old man\u2019s given it me, and he swears I gave it him\u201d, said she. She had a clap. I never had her afterwards, and was told that lots of men had had her. Fred told me soon afterwards, that he had, but that she had been quite steady since her marriage, he believed. I didn\u2019t undeceive him.<\/p>\n<p>When the farm-work was over Molly stood some-times at the lane-gate. Loitering about I saw a man named Giles there, who when he saw me moved off. I laid hold of her once or twice, kissed and made the usual approaches, at last got a hot fit of lust for her, and felt I would do anything to get her once. After two women with well-haired cunts I did nothing but picture to myself that she had a small cunt, and but little hair on it, like nursemaid\u2019s, \u2014 and the idea excited me.<\/p>\n<p>I have already described the barn, step-ladder, and loft; the chickens sometimes flew up the ladder into the loft. I had seen Pender go up, and whisk them down. Looking about one afternoon (hay-making was again going on), no one seemed about, though Pender was in the dairy. I entered the barn from the brick yard side, just as Molly was going up the ladder, showing her legs innocently enough.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat pretty legs\u201d, I cried. The girl scuffled up as hard as she could to get out of sight, I after her. She was chasing some chickens, and was as red as a turkey-cock in the face. I caught hold of her, prick standing, heart beating, and kissed her. She resisted, I put my hand up her clothes, and in the struggle we both rolled on to a heap of loose hay; I had felt the&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">flesh of her thighs. \u201cLeave off\u201d, said she, \u201cor I\u2019ll call mother.\u201d Her mother was then ill in the farm-house.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 294\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t be a fool\u201d, said I attempting it again. \u201cDon\u2019t you do such things sir,-I\u2019ll call mother, it\u2019s wrong of you\u201d \u201cIf you do\u201d, said I brutally, \u201cI\u2019ll tell your mother Giles fucked you in the field last week.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Never shall I forget the look of the poor girl\u2019s face. \u201cOh !\u2014oh!\u201d said she breathless, \u201cyou didn\u2019t,-it\u2019s a story, oh ! now pray, \u2014 oh ! it\u2019s a shocking story, \u2014I warn\u2019t in the field.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t. \u2014 oh ! it hurts\u201d, said I repeating other words which had been wandering through my brain ever since I heard them. \u201cI heard you and the man say that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She began to cry, putting her head in her hands. \u201cLet me do it, and I won\u2019t tell,-no one will know, and you won\u2019t tell Giles, that\u2019s certain.\u201d She ceased crying, and fixed her eyes on me wildly, I got my hand up her clothes, her thighs were closed, she kept pushing me away, \u201cNo,-no,-no.\u201d Forgetting where I was, or that anyone might come up the ladder, I had my prick out, and with a struggle got my hand on her cunt. \u201cYou won\u2019t tell, really now?\u201d \u201cNot if you let me.\u201d A little more scuffling, and I had her down. She was quiet, and I was fucking with all the delight and energy which a fresh woman gives a man, when I heard \u201cMolly, Molly\u201d shouted out. With a violent start she un-cunted me, and I spent over her motte. \u201cWhere are you such a long time Molly?\u201d \u201cThere is a hen up here\u201d, said Molly who had started up, \u201cand I think she has laid, but can\u2019t find the egg.\u201d And Molly disappeared down the ladder. \u201cYou\u2019re wanted up in the Hall\u201d, said the voice, \u2014 it was Pender\u2019s;\u2014their voices died away. How pleased Pender would have been had she known the condition of Molly\u2019s motte !<\/p>\n<p>Nothing is so irritating as spending outside a long coveted cunt, when another thrust or two would have left the sperm up it,-it is maddening. I could think of nothing but the girl; although I had barely felt, and had seen nothing of her charms, she seemed to me perfection. For a day or two I got no chance, so I wrote on a bit of paper, \u201cYou will get into a mess, unless you meet me to-night; I\u2019ll be in the barn at eight o\u2019clock; come in through the wicket\u201d, \u2014 or something to that effect. It was intended to frighten her, for she avoided me. I pushed the note into her hands at the Hall.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 295\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I walked through the farm-yard, afterwards and saw her, she shook her head as I passed. I said rapidly, \u2014Pender was in sight, \u2014 \u201cYou had better.\u201d In the evening I hid myself in the loft, allowed the barn-doors to be closed, and should have had to stay all night there if some one had not undone one of the wickets; they fastened them outside.<\/p>\n<p>I had been there a long time, it was dark. \u201cI am in here till to-morrow morning\u201d, I thought, and walked up and down barely restraining myself from frigging, such was my state of lust. It was possible that circumstances might prevent her from coming, and I had given up hope, when the wicket opened, It was she; she came up into the loft; I caught her in my arms.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you want? \u2014 you ain\u2019t a going to tell? -you ain\u2019t heard anybody say anything?\u201d said she. I could not see, but felt her tears, reassured her, told her I loved her: who would know but us two? \u201cWhat harm have I done you?\u201d said the poor girl, \u201cGiles is going to marry me, that\u2019s different, \u2014 oh ! don\u2019t now.\u201d I had pushed her on to some hay, threatening her one minute, coaxing her the next.<\/p>\n<p>I was feeling her. My hand was roving over a plump little bum and belly, my finger entered a tight little split on which was a little crisp hair, my prick followed my finger, and on the new sweet hay, belly to belly, but not mouth to mouth (she would not kiss), my prick revelled in a cunt which seemed divine, and was soon drowned in a pond of its own making.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMother\u2019s better, and has gone down the lane to Pender\u2019s\u201d, said she, \u201cif she comes back she will wonder where I am, \u2014 let me go.\u201d I would not, until I had again enjoyed her; and then the lass enjoyed me. She unclosed the wicket in the rick-yard which let me out. I got across a field into the lane, went past the farm-gates, and there stood Molly with her mother. \u201cGood night\u201d, said I to the mother, then passing Pender\u2019s cottage, I went round, and up to the Hall.<\/p>\n<p>I thought that having fucked Molly I should be contented; but the little cunt, the little hair, the small bum, made me want Molly again. I could not get her, she evidently did not wish for me; I had had her against her will, and so had her again afterwards. Perhaps only seemingly against her will, for though she resisted, and accused me of breaking my word,&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">she had spent with me, and was to spend again, perhaps in spite of herself.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 296\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I cannot recollect the name of Molly\u2019s swain, though I have tried hard, so call him Giles, \u2014 it is a bumpkin\u2019s name.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 7 Molly and Giles. \u2022 A country ale-house. \u2022 Pender\u2019s history. \u2022 How her virginity was taken. \u2022 Whiteteeth\u2019s ailment. \u2022 Molly in the loft. \u2022 Interrupted. Molly tailed. I fucked Whiteteeth in the meadow one night again. We selected a field further off, which led to another bit of luck. She &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1297\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Two Chapter Seven<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1297","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1297"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1297"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1297\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1979,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1297\/revisions\/1979"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}