{"id":1384,"date":"2022-08-18T17:36:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1384"},"modified":"2022-09-11T14:23:27","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T14:23:27","slug":"volume-three-chapter-twenty","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1384","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Twenty"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1384\" class=\"elementor elementor-1384\" 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-95e76a7 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"95e76a7\" 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-174962a\" data-id=\"174962a\" 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-e3237bb elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"e3237bb\" 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\/2SieDL25Y7AI70aAGEK8Qa\" 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-2ed0a95\" data-id=\"2ed0a95\" 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-1dd04e3 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"1dd04e3\" 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\/3P6Y5QgAx68b469RjO0SIj\" 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-3db301a elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"3db301a\" 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-ea8cc01\" data-id=\"ea8cc01\" 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-af8a8af elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"af8a8af\" 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<div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 602\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 20<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>A Saturday afternoon. \u2022 Copulation interrupted. \u2022 Retreat cut off. \u2022 Under the bed. \u2022 Enter sister. \u2022 The new dress. \u2022 Heat and sweat. \u2022 Undressing. \u2022 Jenny\u2019s anxiety. \u2022 Sweating much, and stripping. \u2022 Nature in its simplicity. \u2022 Nature in its vulgarity. \u2022 Delicious peeps. \u2022 A cunt near my nose. \u2022 Erotic recklessness. \u2022Fist-fucking.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">And now I was to become acquainted with her sister, the married one. Jenny had no brother, had none of that knowledge about boy\u2019s cocks which girls of the humbler classes have when they have brothers. I some- times think that boys in the humbler classes show their cocks to their sisters; I don\u2019t recollect a girl I have fucked who did not say she had seen her brother\u2019s cock.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My knowledge of her sister\u2019s dissatisfaction with the small amount of fucking she got, her disappointment at having her husband\u2019s sperm on her thighs in-stead of up her cunt, and her very reasonable fears that at times it went into other receptacles besides her own, came forcibly to my mind. It would have been odd if it had not, for every time I poked Jenny we talked about her sister, indeed all our talk, unless about her sweetheart, and her fears was about fucking. I don\u2019t recollect any woman I have had who was so anxious to know all, and delighted to hear of my amours, and the descriptions I gave of my various women. If I described their cunts she was amused beyond measure; and to tell all this suited me exactly. For all that she thought it wicked, and that they and I, and she, would be punished by the Almighty (her ideas about the action of Providence were peculiar).<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was the good fortune of her married sister to give me one of the most laughable, but yet natural, salacious, voluptuous treats I ever had, without her knowing she had done so,\u2014and from that came con- sequences which affected that lady herself.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I have always been highly delighted to see modest women naked or undress, or doing their toilet and little affairs, when they had no idea that any one saw them. I have looked through dozens of key-holes, bored holes in doors, waited breathless and half-naked for hours at night, have\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">risen by day-light to enable me to get these treats. I had seen as already said, the cunts of my aunt and cousins, young ladies and others bathing, etc. (and as I shall tell of, have since seen a noble lady frig herself.) I have seen in fact modest ladies at their most decent, as well as the most indelicate of their toilet performances, and think I prefer looking at them under such circumstances, rather than at the beautiful voluptuous creatures who undress willingly in my presence, for those are so intent on displaying their charms to the best advantage, to get a male erection and its crisis, as soon as possible, make much too evident what they do it for.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 603\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny\u2019s sister gave me one of those natural displays. Had the lady been drilled in the art of unfolding her charms for the excitement of a male, and driving him into erotic fury, she could not have more effectually done so. Of the many displays of female charms (of modest females) I have seen, I never had one so gradual, natural, voluptuous, and cock- stiffening, as she unconsciously gave me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I called on Jenny one Saturday afternoon, she had said I had better go quite early, but I did not. It was another sultry day, thunder had been heard, the atmosphere was heavy, but no rain had fallen; and the sun was bright and blazing hot. Said Jenny, \u201cI\u2019m frightened to let you stop, my sister is going to leave off work early, and she will be here about five o\u2019clock, \u2014don\u2019t come in.\u201d I would. \u201cWe shan\u2019t be half-an-hour, \u2014 it\u2019s not half-past three.\u201d A kiss, and a twiddle on her cunt settled the matter, and we went to her bed-room. She was on the bed, I between her thighs, ready to drop into her, indeed I\u2019m not sure that my prick had not touched her cunt, when a knock and a ring came at the street-door.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">To fully understand what follows it should be known that the old lady my friend, for fear that the rooms should be used; had locked up all the rooms but the parlours and a little closet overlooking the street, and the servants\u2019 bed-room, and had taken away the keys. I did not know that then, I knew it that day.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh! my God it\u2019s my sister, \u2014 what shall I do? \u2014 I shall be ruined.\u201d Pale as death, I thought she was going to faint again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDon\u2019t be nervous, I\u2019ll go and hide in the room below, and when she is downstairs or up here, go out quietly, and leave the street-door ajar.\u201d<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 604\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh ! all the rooms are locked up.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll go into the parlours then, \u2014you get her downstairs.\u201d \u201cOh ! she always goes into the parlour first, and sits down a minute, and talks.\u201d There was no time for us to talk, more, for the woman knocked again. \u201cFetch my hat and stick (it was in the parlour), \u2014 you get her into the kitchen, then I\u2019ll slip out leaving the street-door ajar.\u201d Down we both went, three stairs at a time, up I went again with hat and umbrella, and had only got to the top when I heard poor trembling Jenny opening the street-door. I leant over the banisters, and listened.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI\u2019ve knocked twice Jenny.\u201d \u201cDid you? \u2014 I was dozing, \u2014 the thundery weather makes me so queer. \u2014 \u201cHave a cup of tea, and take a table out into the garden, \u2014 it will be fresher there to have tea.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNo I\u2019ve got my new dress, it will rumple it if it\u2019s long in the bundle, I must open it. Such a pretty one, \u2014you will like it I think. \u2014 Tom did when I showed him the pattern, \u2014 I\u2019ll take it up to the bed-room, and hang it up.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny\u2019s voice rose almost to a shriek. \u201cOh ! no, no, don\u2019t, \u2014 come and have tea first, \u2014 I\u2019m so thirsty, so tired, \u2014 come downstairs.\u201d \u201cWell you go and make it, I\u2019ll only just hang it up in the bed-room, and come down directly\u201d, said her sister.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny objecting, the sister answered angrily, \u201cWhat are you in such a hurry for tea for? \u2014 it\u2019s not time, \u2014 well have it by yourself, I can\u2019t drink it, \u2014 I had a lot of beer at dinner, and Tom gave me nearly a pint before I left him, \u2014 it was so hot, I was so thirsty, \u2014 it\u2019s on my chest now, \u2014 I can\u2019t put tea on the top of it yet.\u201d \u201cWell if you won\u2019t, I may as well go up with you\u201d, said Jenny. Footsteps came nearer, and hat, stick, and self, I threw under the bed. Jenny came in looking like death. \u201cShe won\u2019t find me here, \u2014 get her down soon\u201d, was all I had time to say in a whisper before the sister following Jenny entered the room. I had quite hidden myself. The bed had been a good one, the old gentleman and lady had slept on it for years; it was large and handsome, but being shabby and worn out, had that very month only been put to servants\u2019 use. Round it were old red valances hanging to the floor, things not given to servants. No sooner was I under the bed, than I saw there were little openings at the seams, and some moth-holes, which permitted me to see through them. At one spot near to my shoulder as I lay crouching and doubled up, was a long slit where the valance had been torn down. By raising\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">myself on my elbow, and squeezing my head against the mattress I could see perfectly, but no person in the room would have noticed me, even though the room was as bright as day, for the thick red hangings hid me in darkness under the bed, and I was on the side away from the window. I gazed earnestly at Jenny\u2019s sister through this opening and others.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 605\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was a well-grown, strong woman, with a hand-some round face, and dark hair and eyes; she had shortish petticoats, and thickish ankles in good lace-up boots which, made much noise as she walked about. She had a huge paper parcel in her hands, which she placed on the bed; then for a moment she rested her bum on the bed-side, and Jenny did the same by the side of her. The parcel was between them, her ankles were within a few inches of my nose; I gently lifted the valance, and saw up the calf of her legs, her petticoats cut as they were in those days, being drawn up by sitting down. I remember almost every word, every action which took place on that memorable afternoon, and not a movement escaped me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI can\u2019t untie it, \u2014 cut it.\u201d \u201cThe scissors are downstairs.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll go and fetch them.\u201d \u201cOh! no,-where is the knife that I cut my corns with?\u201d \u201cOh! never mind, \u2014there, I\u2019ve done it, \u2014 I\u2019ve broken it\u201d, \u2014 and she rose up as did Jenny from the bed, and both now stood standing facing the side of the bed where I lay.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I heard the rustling of paper, the rustling of a dress, the noose of feet paddling about. \u201cOh! it is nice, \u2014 what did it cost? \u2014 who made it?\u201d \u201cI made the skirt, and Miss Skinner the body, \u2014 she charged me seven and six, \u2014 it\u2019s not dear, is it?\u201d \u2014 I\u2019ll hang it up, then the creases will come out.\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s hang it up first.\u201d And then on a peg at the back of the door the dress was hung up, and for a moment, both women stood admiring it, their backs towards me and the bed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLook\u201d, said the sister, \u201cit just wants a little some-thing done to the sleeves, \u2014 she said it was not finished there, \u2014 oh! yes here it is, \u2014 I would not wait for her, I can easily do it myself, \u2014 I was glad to get it, and half feared I should not get it for Sunday, \u2014 the old beast never keeps her promise, but she has this time, \u2014I gave her sixpence extra. Oh! my gracious how hot it is, \u2014 I\u2019m sweating all over, \u2014 it\u2019s awful, \u2014 I\u2019ll pull off my frock, then I\u2019ll finish the sleeves as it hangs up, \u2014 get us the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">needle and thread Jenny, \u2014 just thread a needle dear, while I pull off my frock.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 606\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDon\u2019t\u201d, said Jenny in an agitated manner, \u201clet\u2019s have tea first.\u201d \u201cNo I must finish it\u201d, and as she spoke she undid her dress, and slipped it off. A beautiful handsome pair of breasts came in view. \u201cOh! Lord look at my chemise, \u2014 look how I\u2019ve sweated\u2014see how the stain from the dress has gone through under my arms, \u2014 I stink of sweat, \u2014 how glad I shall be when the weather is cooler.\u201d As she said that with a slight effort she drew her arms through the sleeves of her chemise, and lifting her freed arms showed a pair of black hairy armpits. I began to thrill and cock-stiffen. She lifted her fine arms up, and looked at the stained chemise as it hung over her stays, then with a heave and a push she freed her breasts, so that they were right over the top of her stays showing the nipples; then with naked arms, she began to work at the sleeves of the dress hanging up behind the door.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny was all this time moving about in a restless manner, taking every now and then a hurried glance at the valance of the bed which concealed me; and as it seemed to me placing herself in such a position, as to prevent my seeing her sister\u2019s upper nakedness; but it was quite useless, I could see all she had exposed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She worked a few minutes talking to Jenny, who was making as much noise with her feet as she could. Then the sister looked up, and leaving off her needle-work said, \u201cThis will make Tom want to do it to me, \u2014a new dress always does, when he sees me in it, \u2014 he ain\u2019t done it lately, he will to-morrow.\u201d They both laughed, and she went to work again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Again she stopped, Jenny then seated herself at the edge of the bed over me. \u201cOh ! how awfully hot I am, \u2014 what a bore petticoats are, \u2014 I declare I\u2019ve a good mind to leave them off this weather.\u201d She stepped forwards. \u201cI\u2019ll take them off, I can slammack about tonight, \u2014 no one will see me.\u201d \u201cOh ! no don\u2019t\u201d, said Jenny in an excited way; but she quickly unlaced her stays, untied her petticoats, and slipped them down to her ankles. Her chemise which was no longer held up to her shoulders by the arms, slipped down with them, and she stood naked before me excepting her boots and stockings. She seemed to have forgotten that her chemise was no longer held up, for just as the petticoats fell below her cunt, she made\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">a slight grasp as if to hold them up, then she gave a laugh, \u201cThat\u2019s cool enough\u201d, said she.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 607\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDon\u2019t, \u2014 what are you doing?\u201d shrieked Jenny, \u201cput on your chemise,- you\u2019re naked, you\u2019re naked\u201d, \u2014and she tried to pull up the chemise; but the woman stepped away from the clothes as they lay on the floor, caught up the chemise, threw it on the bed, and placed petticoats and stays on a chair by the washhand stand. I saw large hips, a mass of dark hair at her cunt, a large white backside, fine round thighs, and limbs; in brief a fine, plump, well-fed woman, a splendid sight. The innocence of the action was beautiful. \u201cOh ! isn\u2019t it nice and cool\u201d, she said, \u201cI\u2019ve got so hot walking.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cPut on your things, \u2014 what are you doing?\u201d said Jenny. \u201cOh ! isn\u2019t it nice !\u2014I wish one could go in one\u2019s skin this weather\u201d, she replied. She scratched her motte-hair, and felt her arse, and seemed so pleased with herself. Then she looked under each of her arm-pits. \u201cOh! Lord how hot I am, \u2014 where is a towel?\u201d She took one, and began gently rubbing herself with it under her armpits, put it down, and again scratched the hair of her motte.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI\u2019m surprised at you\u201d, said Jenny walking about, and I\u2019m sure trying to prevent me from seeing her sister, though she always declared to me afterwards that she had no such intention. \u201cCover yourself, you\u2019ll catch cold.\u201d \u201cCatch cold? \u2014 nonsense, \u2014 and you have the window shut also, \u2014 what do you shut it for?\u201d \u201cOh ! I can\u2019t bear it open in thundering weather.\u201d The fact was we always shut it when we went to the bed to exclude noise, and left the door open, to hear if any one knocked at the street-door. \u201cPut something on you at all events\u201d, said jenny, \u201cit\u2019s not decent.\u201d \u201cDecent ? \u2014 you are modest all of a sudden.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIt\u2019s delicious !\u201d She walked round the bed to the window, opened it, came back naked as she was, and went on working at her dress; and so for a quarter of an hour did I see this handsomely-made woman naked, first her side, then her belly, then her bum came in view, till I was driven mad by the state of my penis which was throbbing with excitement, and urging me to frig it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWell that will do\u201d, she said as she finished, \u201cthe creases will never be noticed where they are\u201d, \u2014 and she walked backwards to the bed, the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">short distance she was from it, and sat down at the edge just where the valance had dropped. With care I pulled the valance, and the seam opened more, but not much. I raised myself on my elbow, my eyes to the opening. There were the thighs and legs stretching out to the floor, her bum was at the mere edge of the bed, her cunt but about six inches above my nose. I had a wonderfully keen scent for the aroma of a woman, and swear I smelt her cunt distinctly, though I could not see it. She sat there for full five minutes, talking to Jenny about the dress, whilst I kept sniffing up the aroma from her flesh and her love-orifice, and feeling my quivering prick, whilst my greedy eyes gloated on the fat thighs, so far as I could see them.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 608\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At length she turned round. \u201cI\u2019ll put my slippers on\u201d, \u2014 and sitting down opposite the bed on the chair on which she had placed her petticoats, she put one leg up, and began unlacing the boot, then between and under the thighs I saw the dark hairy notch. She had scarcely put herself in that attitude before putting her foot down, she came to the bed, put one foot up, and there continued unlacing it, \u2014 and there was her cunt just visible, and within a foot of my greedy eyes, whilst she leisurely unlaced the boot on the bed, the other foot on the floor. Had I placed her there for the purpose I could not have done it better.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh! don\u2019t\u201d, said jenny, \u201ctake your foot off.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d replied she as if just noticing Jenny\u2019s excitement, \u201cyou\u2019ve got one of your foolish fits on I think.\u201d \u201cYou will dirty the bed, \u2014 take your foot off.\u201d \u201cNonsense it\u2019s quite dry, besides it\u2019s on my chemise, \u2014 I wish you\u2019d go and make tea, if you are in such a hurry, \u2014 one would think you had got St. Vitus\u2019 dance\u201d, \u2014 for Jenny in her agitation, and also to make noise to prevent any indiscreet movement of mine being noticed, had kept moving about noisily and restlessly the whole time.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Silenced, she said no more, but still walked restlessly about, went at the back of her sister, and glared at the valance where she guessed my eyes were peeping. Her face was the picture of anxiety.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But I did not look at that long, I was riveted on her sister\u2019s form and dark-haired cunt; that cunt was at times slightly opened by the attitude she was in, and altered its shape as she moved. I saw the thick dark hair curling away until I lost sight of it in the direction of her arse-hole, and I could smell her cunt again I swear, my excitement grew intense, I could\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">not keep my hand from my prick, I knew the delicate position I was in, the injury I should do the poor girl if found out;\u2014but a spend in sight of that cunt and splendid pair of thighs I must have. I just touched myself, holding my breath restraining all emotion, gave one or two frigs, and a shower of sperm fell over my trousers.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 609\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">If any man might be pardoned for having a solitary pleasure, it was I, placed in such a lust stirring situation<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>\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 3 CHAPTER 20 A Saturday afternoon. \u2022 Copulation interrupted. \u2022 Retreat cut off. \u2022 Under the bed. \u2022 Enter sister. \u2022 The new dress. \u2022 Heat and sweat. \u2022 Undressing. \u2022 Jenny\u2019s anxiety. \u2022 Sweating much, and stripping. \u2022 Nature in its simplicity. \u2022 Nature in its vulgarity. \u2022 Delicious peeps. \u2022 A cunt &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1384\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Three Chapter Twenty<\/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-1384","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1384"}],"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=1384"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1384\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2257,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1384\/revisions\/2257"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1384"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}