{"id":1388,"date":"2022-08-18T17:37:10","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:37:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1388"},"modified":"2022-09-11T18:04:57","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T18:04:57","slug":"volume-three-chapter-twenty-two","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1388","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Twenty-Two"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1388\" class=\"elementor elementor-1388\" 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-db19765 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"db19765\" 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-18b86c8\" data-id=\"18b86c8\" 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-423c89c elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"423c89c\" 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\/0gLQ9sYrwsJJW2szIQjOzJ\" 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-bcf458f\" data-id=\"bcf458f\" 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-a186731 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"a186731\" 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\/0VNT2SCoFdJ9j1JajDlPt6\" 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-ac051d4 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"ac051d4\" 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-ba32436\" data-id=\"ba32436\" 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-fe803dd elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"fe803dd\" 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: #571515; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 615\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 22<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The Sunday following. \u2022 Chaste calculations. \u2022 The sister alone. \u2022 My embarrassment. \u2022 Ale fetched. \u2022 Warm conversation. \u2022 Stiffening. \u2022 Bolder talk. \u2022 An exhibition of masculinity. \u2022 A golden promise. \u2022 Lust creeping. \u2022 Baudy dalliance. \u2022 Cock and cunt in conjunction.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">On the following Sunday her young man was coming to London, and she was to spend the day with him at his relatives. Her sister was to keep the house, the husband was going elsewhere, so the sister would be alone, \u2014 all provided it was fine weather. Jenny had promised her Mistress that until her return she would never go out with her young man, and that is how Jenny kept her word. She knew I would not tell, would I ? \u2014 I felt her cunt, and kissed her. \u201cIt\u2019s not very likely, is it my pet?\u201d Then she snivelled, said she was very wicked, and hoped God would not punish her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I heard of this arrangement I lusted strongly. In vain I said to myself, \u201cWhat again a married woman ! in comfortable circumstances for her class, with two children, \u2014 a woman you have never spoken to, \u2014can you expect to get her!\u201d I did not expect it, but had a burning desire to sec and speak to her, to look closely at, and have a chat with a woman whose privates I had seen so nakedly. It seemed to me to promise a tittillating treat. Besides I had been so successful with women, \u2014 gay women had even been anxious to get me, \u2014 that a half-belief came over me, that if I had time, I could persuade even her to let me. Time was the difficulty, for she did not yet even know me by face (so I thought, but was wrong). At al! events see her I would, \u2014 she was dissatisfied with her fucking, that I knew; she might be randy, and then be much less impregnable than she seemed; so I determined to see her on the Sunday that Jenny went out.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I could think only of one powerful means of getting her, if anything encouraged a hope, and that was by money. I had not too much thcn, though getting better off, but determined if ten pounds would tempt her, that she should have it. I was a long time I recollect pondering over the sum. The Sunday turned out fine, I put the gold in my purse, and went to the house just after their dinner-time, and after my luncheon, at which I f<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">ed myself up well, and to give me courage took an extra glass, for I had one of my nervous fits of funking come on, mixed with doubts about the, morality of deliberately trying a married woman.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571515; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 616\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She opened the door, I walked straight in. \u201cWho are you?\u201d \u201cWhere is the housemaid?\u201d said I, \u201cI have promised Mrs. W. . .. to call and see from time to time.\u201d \u201cOh ! I\u2019m her sister sir, my name is I sleep here every night sir, Mrs. W. . . . pays me to do so sir, \u2014 my sister is out sir, \u2014 I\u2019m very sorry, but she is not at all well from being confined to the house so much, \u2014 I told her she might go to church, \u2014 it would be a change, and give her a little fresh air;\u2014she will be back at half-past four sir.\u201d \u201cOh ! so you are Mr. So-and-So?\u201d \u201cYes I am.\u201d I walked into the parlours. There was a large beer-jug and two tumblers on the table, and ale in one glass. She rushed to take them away. \u201cI beg pardon sir, but Mrs. W\u2026. said we might sit in the parlours, when we have done work, and on Sundays besides, cause it\u2019s so dull in the kitchens.\u201d The woman was agitated at her sister being out, and at being caught drinking beer in the parlour; she thought I might make mischief, I suppose.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I told her that she need not disturb herself, for I should not stay long, and kept looking with cock al-ready stiffening into her face, then at her arms, then at the bottom of her belly, and in my mind\u2019s eye seeing the dark hair down there. I had planned conversation, but forgot what to say, through thinking of her nakedness and sexual charms; and stood staring at her till she turned her eyes away confused, and coloured up.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I continued to be embarrassed, and so lost recollection of all I had intended to say and do, that I was actually going away. I asked one or two stupid questions: if letters had come, if any one had been, and so on; all the time thinking that I was looking through her clothes at her naked charms. I was in a sort of a trance of baudiness which muddled me; when noticing the ale-glass I asked, \u201cWhat are you drinking?\u201d \u201cFourpenny ale sir.\u201d That reply broke the spell, my senses returned, I thought of an excuse for stopping. \u201cGive me a glass, \u2014 I\u2019m thirsty.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s the last of it sir.\u201d \u201cCan\u2019t you get some?\u201d \u201cThe pot-boy brought that, it\u2019s Sunday, and the public is not always open.\u201d I looked at my watch. \u201cIt\u2019s not church- time yet, send some one to fetch some, \u2014 I\u2019m so thirsty, and hot, and so tired\u201d, \u2014 and I sat down. \u201cI\u2019m alone.\u201d \u201cIs not your husband here?\u201d \u201cNo, no one.\u201d \u201d Do you mind fetching me some?\u201d \u201cIf you don\u2019t mind waiting\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">sir.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d I gave her money. \u201cHow much?\u201d \u201cOh ! fill the jug, \u2014not with fourpenny, \u2014 with the best ale, \u2014 ask them to draw it mild, and get me two bottles of ginger-beer\u201d. In a few minutes she was back, \u2014 I had given her a five shilling piece. \u201cYou may keep the change.\u201d \u201cThank you sir\u201d, said she quite touched and delighted. I always gave the change to girls whom I wanted to poke.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571515; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 617\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In her absence I went all over the house that was not locked up, even to the privy and coal-cellar, had satisfied myself that she was alone, and was getting quite myself again when she came back.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cHave a glass.\u201d \u201cThank you sir.\u201d \u201cSo you are Jenny\u2019s sister, \u2014 Jane\u2019s her name I think.\u201d Yes it was. \u201cAren\u2019t you afraid to be in the house of a night?\u201d No she was not. \u201cSit down.\u201d \u201cThank you sir\u201d, \u2014 but she stood. \u201cSo you are an upholsteress, \u2014 sit down\u201d, \u2014 and after a little pressure down she sat. We took ale together, and no doubt I spoke with all that kindness which a man shows towards a woman whom he desires to poke, I have heard women say that I lave a winning, persuasive manner.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Gradually the conversation became about herself. \u201cYou\u2019ve two children, \u2014 why not more?\u201d \u201cOh ! quite enough for poor people.\u201d \u201cWell you see I can\u2019t get any.\u201d \u201cPoor people are sure to have lots.\u201d \u201cTwo is not a lot, \u2014 how manage to stop at two?\u201d \u201cOh ! it\u2019s all chance.\u201d \u201cIs not another coming?\u201d She was getting flushed and excited. \u201cLord no, I hope not.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t you knew?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d \u201cYes you do,-how old is your last?\u201d \u201cFour years.\u201d \u201cIf I were your husband I\u2019d have a dozen.\u201d \u201cWell you say you haven\u2019t any yet sir,\u201d said she. \u201cNo I can\u2019t get any.\u201d \u201cAh ! if we had your money !\u2014but with we poor people is different, \u2014 it\u2019s hard enough to fill the bellies of two.\u201d \u201cAnd so you won\u2019t have your belly filled with another little one, \u2014 won\u2019t you, eh !\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh I Lord\u201d, said she laughing spite of herself, \u201cyou are plain-spoken.\u201d I was in the vein now, did not say an improper word, but gave baudy hints, smutty suggestions about the dullness of sleeping alone, of the results of wives being away from husbands, etc., till her eyes twinkled, and she laughed much. I had now broken down the barrier, had brought myself to her level, and she as every other woman would have done, took advantage of it, and began to return my chaffing and banter, every woman feels instinctively that when a man is chaffing her (be it ever so decently veiled), about fucking, that she may safely return it: both are at\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">once on a common level. A washer-woman would banter a prince, if the subject was cunt, without the prince being offended. To talk of fucking with a woman is to remove all social distinctions, and I had done it without uttering at first a smutty word.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571515; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 618\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny\u2019s sister went on chaffing, and drank ale freely. \u201cOh ! I dare say, but why don\u2019t you have children?\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t get any I tell you, but I try.\u201d \u201cNot much at home\u201d, said she, \u201cfrom all I have heard.\u201d \u201cNo I try out as well, and get none, \u2014 I\u2019m a safe man.\u201d Then I found she knew a lot about me and my affairs; She had actually worked at my house on some curtains, had seen me once, and knew my voice, though for the moment she had not recollected my face with my hat on when I entered the door that afternoon. But I had never seen her at my house to my knowledge, though if I had I was not likely to have noticed a common upholsteress. We went on chaffing, looking in each other\u2019s faces, each knowing we were talking about fucking. \u201cWell Mrs playing at mother and father\u2019s a delicious amusement, is it not?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cIf you don\u2019t know we\u2019d better try, \u2014 I\u2019d give five pounds to be your husband for an hour, \u2014 and five pounds would buy you a new dress.\u201d \u201cIt would buy me three\u201d, said she with-out noticing the other part of my remark. \u201cThree?\u201d \u201cYes three, \u2014 I can\u2019t afford more than thirty shillings for a best dress.\u201d \u201cReally I\u2014 such a beautiful creature as you ought to have plenty of dress, for I have rarely seen a more lovely woman, and so well grown,-I\u2019ll bet you have fine limbs.\u201d She was flattered, the praise upset her, her eyes tinkled. Yes she might have done better she knew, but it was to be. I went close to her, caught and kissed her. She made not too strong a resistance, but got away. \u201cThat\u2019s going a little too far.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s the beginning of a game at mother and father, and you are going to have the three dresses.\u201d She laughed in a funny way. \u201cI don\u2019t want to be a mother any more, so I don\u2019t want any games.\u201d But she seemed to me to look as if she did.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">What did she get for stopping at the house? Five shillings a week, and her supper and breakfast, \u2014 that was an object. \u201cFive shillings? \u2014 why my kiss was worth that, \u2014 let me give you another, and I\u2019ll give you ten shillings for the two.\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t mean that\u201d, said she with a low laugh. \u201cOn my soul yes, \u2014 but you must give me a kiss as well.\u201d She shook her head. \u201cIt\u2019s going too far\u201d, said she. \u201cThere it is, I\u2019ll trust you, \u2014 you won\u2019t take it without letting me.\u201d She was then sitting. I put the half sovereign into her hand. \u201cThank you sir\u201d, said she softly. I kissed her rapturously,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">she let me kiss half-a-dozen times, and whilst doing I so took hold of her hand, and pressed it as if by accident against my cock. She a married woman knew the hard line her hand pressed against, for she moved her hand away. \u201cNow your promise, \u2014 kiss me.\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t promise.\u201d \u201cYou took the money.\u201d \u201cThere then\u201d, said she giving me a kiss, and jumping up sharply, \u201cwe are going too far, \u2014 we really are now, \u2014 we don\u2019t either of us know what we are about I think.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t think I do\u201d, said I, \u201cfor though I never saw you before, I\u2019ve never been so struck with a woman in my life, I\u2019d give ten pounds to be in bed with you an hour.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571515; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 619\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had been putting my cock straight in my trousers, feeling and squeezing my balls whenever I saw her looking at me. I fancied she kept looking askant at that part of my person. She was getting red in face, hot, and confused in manner. Just then I observed a bed pillow on the sofa, she had I guessed been laying down after dinner. \u201cWhy here is a pillow, \u2014 you\u2019ve been on the sofa with your husband, \u2014 you have been playing at mother and father here.\u201d She burst out into laughter. \u201cWhy I\u2019ve not seen him for a week.\u201d \u201cThen you\u2019ve been tickling by yourself.\u201d \u201cTickling?\u201d (it was said quite innocently.) \u201cYes between your legs.\u201d \u201cOh ! really now you are a going too far sir\u201d, said she jumping up again, \u201cyou speak too freely, \u2014 I don\u2019t like it.\u201d Then she laughed, and said, \u201cWell this\u2014really is, \u2014 oh !\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNot at all,- -you are lovely, exquisite, delicious, \u2014 if you\u2019ve really not seen your husband for a week, let me, \u2014 who will know ? \u2014 we are in the house alone, \u2014 let us\u201d, \u2014 and standing close to her I put my arms round her, but I felt afraid of going too far. \u201cYou must not talk like that.\u201d \u201cOh ! nonsense, \u2014 I\u2019ll give you six pounds.\u201d \u201cOh ! no, you don\u2019t mean what you say, \u2014 it\u2019s wild talk.\u201d I took out my purse, and putting six pounds on the table in gold, just as I had done to her sister the ten pounds; there said I, \u201cThat is yours\u201d, \u2014 and pulled out my prick. She got up, and ran to the other side of the room as if I had pulled out a pistol. \u201cYou\u2019re talking too plain sir, \u2014 it\u2019s going too far, \u2014 if you expose yourself like that I\u2019ll go to the street-door.\u201d I\u2019m at a loss to know why I pitched upon six pounds, I had intended ten, but cannot tell why I offered that particular sum. I have often thought since, of what made me take that economical figure.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cSit down.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t if you expose yourself, \u2014 it\u2019s not gentlemanlike.\u201d I put my cock into my trousers, then kissed her again, resistance was not\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">so strong. \u201cNow sir don\u2019t.\u201d \u201cSit down my darling\u201d, \u2014 and getting her to the sofa we went on talking. \u201cHow foolish, \u2014who would know, \u2014 why not delight me, \u2014 why not take the money.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cDo now.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cWon\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cOf course not, \u2014 no,\u2014no.\u201d \u201cWell kiss me.\u201d \u201cThere then.\u201d \u201cDo let me dear.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t, \u2014 I won\u2019t, \u2014I shan\u2019t, \u2014 there.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571515; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 620\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Just then I noticed one of her garters was hanging down by her foot. \u201cYour garter\u2019s undone\u201d, said I. I stooped forwards, and took it up. \u201cGive it me.\u201d I kissed it. \u201cNo, \u2014 it\u2019s been so near where I want to go, \u2014I shall keep it till I\u2019ve been there.\u201d \u201cYou will keep it a long time then.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She drank more ale, it was sweet and strong, and I went on talking. Thought I, \u201cShe must want it if she has not seen her husband for a week.\u201d Where did she garter. \u2014 below or above knee? \u201cLet me feel?\u201d I felt outside, then pinched the leg, then higher up. She began looking me full in the face, and laughing at my smutty insinuations. I pulled her back on the sofa, kissed her, and let her rise up again. I repeated the pull and the kiss more than once, and then as she was rising up and saying, \u201cNow don\u2019t pull me about like that\u201d, I put her hand on my prick which I had slipped out again. \u201cOh !\u201d \u2014 and she let it go. Quick as lightning I slipped a hand up her clothes to her cunt. \u201cLet me now, \u2014 there\u2019s a darling.\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t.\u201d \u201cDo.\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t.\u201d She repulsed my hand, but did not get away from me. I thought from the way she looked at me, and the quiet manner in which she pushed away my hand, that she was hot with lust, and could scarcely refuse me. I pulled her to me, and got my finger on her clitoris. \u201cDo let me feel your cunt, and fuck, \u2014 put my prick in there, \u2014 let us, \u2014 do darling\u201d, said I twiddling like mad, and rattling out a volume of baudiness.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She bore it all for a minute quietly, wriggling and saying, \u201cI shan\u2019t, \u2014 I won\u2019t, \u2014 no, now take your hand away.\u201d Then with a sudden impulse she pushed me off, got up, and sat down further from me on the sofa. \u201cOh I now be quiet, \u2014 let me think a minute,\u2013I don\u2019t know whether I\u2019m on my heels or my head.\u201d She picked up something which had fallen at her feet, as she had doubled herself down when my finger was stimulating her randiness.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then catching her by her waist I pulled her back on to the sofa, and threw myself on her. \u201cYou shan\u2019t\u201d were the last words I recollect her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">uttering; as I threw up her clothes and felt the wet gash. My prick the next instant was buried in it, and we were fucking.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571515; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 621\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDon\u2019t, \u2014 oh. \u2014 take it out, \u2014 do, \u2014 oh !\u2014oh !\u2014ohoe !\u201d she murmured. She had fetched me, and pump; pump, pump, pump, went my spunk up her. Then delicious oblivion. As I came to myself I found her arse still moving. \u201cOh! do\u201d she murmured. She was besides herself, with desire to spend.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But my prick instead of obeying me as it usually did on such exciting occasions, refused, and shrinking left her cunt, to my intense vexation. \u201cI haven\u2019t done it\u201d, said she softly, and with disappointment as her bum ceased its labours, and my tool lay dropping out-side her quim.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We spoke no more, but I lay trying to squeeze it up again. To stiffen it I felt up and round her, rubbed the tip on her spermy nymphae, she made gentle efforts to second me, but it was of no use, so I rolled off. She sat up, and after looking at me for a minute with eyes filled with baudiness, began like all women, to feel if her hair was all right. \u201cWere you just coming my dear?\u201d She made no reply.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She had not taken any care to arrange her dress, it had dragged up behind her bum, and the petticoats were up to her knees, the leg which had lost its garter was half naked. Taking her round the waist I put my hand on to her cunt, and titillated the clitoris. She let me go on, and continued feeling about her hair. Then looking me full in the face, looking as if she were ready to spend, she pushed me away. \u201cDon\u2019t, \u2014 don\u2019t, \u2014I don\u2019t like it done that way.\u201d \u201cYou can do it that way yourself, can\u2019t you ?\u201d \u201cOf course I can.\u201d \u201cI shall soon fuck again.\u201d \u201cOh! I dare say\u201d, and she walked to the looking-glass, then went to the window, and looked out into the garden without paying any heed to my exciting remarks. I sat on the sofa feeling my cock, and trying to stiffen it, but it was useless; so I tried to interest he: in something else, feeling annoyed, though I had nothing to be ashamed of.<\/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 22 The Sunday following. \u2022 Chaste calculations. \u2022 The sister alone. \u2022 My embarrassment. \u2022 Ale fetched. \u2022 Warm conversation. \u2022 Stiffening. \u2022 Bolder talk. \u2022 An exhibition of masculinity. \u2022 A golden promise. \u2022 Lust creeping. \u2022 Baudy dalliance. \u2022 Cock and cunt in conjunction. 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