{"id":1557,"date":"2022-08-23T17:51:53","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T17:51:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1557"},"modified":"2022-09-18T15:45:26","modified_gmt":"2022-09-18T15:45:26","slug":"volume-five-chapter-five","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1557","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Five"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1557\" class=\"elementor elementor-1557\" 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-eed758e elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"eed758e\" 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-805f7f4\" data-id=\"805f7f4\" 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-9ca933c elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"9ca933c\" 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\/7lahDmyoT4Y565EJwRrMh0\" 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-fd4ceb2\" data-id=\"fd4ceb2\" 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-1d6460f elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"1d6460f\" 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\/3f9R7DqqheiDQsMRH5fBSu\" 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-b451a67 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"b451a67\" 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-f0e1892\" data-id=\"f0e1892\" 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-192448b elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"192448b\" 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-600a51e elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"600a51e\" 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-7bcf7ea\" data-id=\"7bcf7ea\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-c369ae3 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"c369ae3\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 875\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 5<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>My letch for Tomlin. \u2022 An assault. \u2022 Slight resistance. \u2022 What\u2019s for dinner? \u2022 Cook this. \u2022 Sham displeasure. \u2022 Aunt out. \u2022 After dinner. \u2022 My bed-room. \u2022 Tail in tail. \u2022 The grotto again. \u2022 The dog\u2019s food. \u2022 Joey\u2019s fears and regrets. \u2022 Against the table. \u2022 A holiday out. \u2022 The brothel at ***. \u2022 Complete enjoyment. \u2022 Tomlin\u2019s widow-hood. \u2022 Confession of lust. \u2022 Her husband\u2019s lechery. \u2022 No fears. \u2022 Joey\u2019s future. \u2022 A round of visits. To London.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>The sight was delicious, tho I had only seen Joey\u2019s cock which was a boyish one, and one of her legs to the knee; for when she lifted her petticoats for him to look at her quim, her back was towards me. When fucking they were just under me. \u2014 But I knew she was a fine plump woman. \u2014 And I now knew, a hot cunted one. \u2014 I was sure she had seduced Joe, and not Joe she. Getting down, my prick aching with stiffness, and thinking of how to get into her, I went off thru the farm yard as I often did, and down the lane where Pender once lived, then round to the house and rang the bell twice before the front door was opened. \u201cI beg your pardon, sir,\u201d said she, \u201cfor keeping you waiting. I was up stairs when you rang.\u201d \u2014 Perhaps to wash your cunt, I thought.<\/p>\n<p>Imprudent as it was, for my aunt and cousin were dressing, I kissed her. \u201cOh, don\u2019t sir, you\u2019ll be seen,\u201d said she. She looked round with anxiety. Again I kissed and clutched her round the bum. \u201cI\u2019ve been longing for you ever since I saw you.\u201d She no longer dropped her eyes in the demure, sham-modest way, which is always the way with a woman who knows a thing or two more than she ought, and whose hidden fires are strong; but looked me fully in the face with a smile. Then I walked into the dining room, she following.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you having your dinners.\u201d \u201cYes, sir.\u201d \u2014 Get me something directly you have done.\u201d Ten minutes after she came to me. \u201cWhat shall I get you, sir.\u201d \u201cA night gown, and you and I will go to bed together.\u201d I never saw woman look more astonished. Of course I knew now that I might take any liberties. \u2014 Then I kissed her, praised her hair and flattered her. \u201cDid I like the colour,\u201d she asked. \u2014 Yes I did. \u2014 \u201cWhat colour is it down&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">there?\u201d pinching her clothes at the spot. \u201cWhat shall I get you, sir?\u201d she said again. \u201cA night gown.\u201d \u201cOh, do say what you would like, sir. Mistress will be coming down.\u201d \u201cAsk the cook what I can have.\u201d \u2014 Coming back she said there was no cold meat, should a chop be cooked.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 876\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I looked at my watch. In twenty minutes my aunt would be down. The carriage was ordered I knew, and she was punctual. I was boiling over with desire. Should I wait till my aunt had gone off before I went further, I thought, and made up my mind to do so; but looking at the woman quite upset me, and in the reckless mood, which overtakes me at times, I put my hand up her clothes. She struggled, \u201cOh, sir, don\u2019t,\u201d and in undertone, \u201cMistress may come down at any moment, oh, don\u2019t.\u201d Her back, retreating under my advance, was against the wall. She could retreat no further, my finger was well into the slit. \u2014 Then pulling out my prick, \u201cYou cook this for me, my darling.\u201d She got away and opened the door. \u201cI\u2019ll tell the cook, sir,\u201d and off she went, but I saw that she looked at my stiff cunt-prober.<\/p>\n<p>I rang after a while, \u201cIs the chop ready?\u201d \u201cNot yet, sir.\u201d She looked at my prick, which I was showing, and then round anxiously towards the staircase, and shaking her head as she saw me advancing towards her, she went off. A minute after, aunt and cousin came into the room.<\/p>\n<p>What a pity I had not come into luncheon they said, and after a five minute\u2019s chat, I saw them to the carriage. The parlour maid closed the street door. \u2014 Then how she looked at me. She came into the dining room to lay the cloth. In an instant I was kissing her. \u2014 \u201cWhat colour is the hair there?\u201d She was bolder al-ready. \u201cI don\u2019t know I never looked.\u201d She shammed displeasure, what did I take her for. \u201cWhy a sensible woman who liked fucking, fucking is in those lovely eyes of yours.\u201d \u201cOh, what things to say.\u201d I got a good feel up her. She objected, but resisted less. My cock was out. There was a sofa, I pushed her towards it. \u201cOh, if the housemaid should come in.\u201d \u2014 Recklessly I locked the door, and pushed her on to the sofa; she lifted her legs ready for me, and cock was up cunt in a jiffy. How she liked it. I wonder if she thought of Joe\u2019s small cock there, when mine was up her; I shall never know that, but I thought of his cock having been in the same hole two hours before, and also that she would never know what I was thinking about.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 877\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Then she laid the cloth whilst my sperm was on her thighs, I\u2019ll swear, \u2014 for the accumulation of a healthy abstinence of some days, a long continuance for me then, was there. We now talked of fucking quite calmly. What a shame to treat her so. \u2014 \u201cYou liked it.\u201d She didn\u2019t. \u201cWell you will after I have had something to eat.\u201d She had been so hurried to serve me, that she had scarcely eaten her own dinner she said. \u201cGo and finish it my love, and you\u2019ll fuck better.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The chop came, I could scarcely eat for excitement. \u2014 \u201cLet\u2019s poke again.\u201d \u201cNo, we shall be caught.\u201d \u201cGo to my bed-room when I have dined.\u201d \u201cImpossible.\u201d It was quite impossible: the plan of the house I have de- scribed before. There was the servant\u2019s staircase, my bed room next to Joe\u2019s, and just past it the lobby connecting with the servant\u2019s rooms. \u201cTake away the things, I\u2019ll go to my room, say you are going to your bed room, but turn into mine, and we will enjoy each other.\u201d \u201cImpossible,\u201d the housemaid would be arranging her mistress\u2019 room. \u201cWait till she has done.\u201d I laid hold of her, swearing to have her again on the sofa if she did not agree, and told her that years before a servant had done it with me in that very room.<\/p>\n<p>I went to my room, heard the housemaid about, and then move off. Soon after, my door (left ajar) opened, and in Tomlin came. In an instant she was on the bed with her clothes up to her navel. A sniff, a feel, a hurried look and we were fucking. Then she went down stairs, returned, and was rewarded by a bum basting. She was grateful for it, \u2014 never woman enjoyed more,<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2014 she did not disguise her pleasure.&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">I inspected her charms after a wash in my basin and she inspected mine. She fondled my prick in silence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u2014 \u201cGo down and come up in half an hour,\u201d said I for I was not up to further work. \u201cMaster Joe will be just then home for school unless he meets Mrs.,\u201d said she, \u2014 and sure enough he came home. I began to wonder if he had ever had her in his bedroom. \u2014 He usually waited near the village for his grand mother\u2019s carriage at that hour, and drove out with her; but the at-traction of a spanking backside and a hairy quim, I knew full well, would bring him, as it had brought me home once.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 878\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>A rutting fit came on me, and I thought of where I was to have her again; and finding her so hot cunted, I asked her, and suggested likely places about the grounds. No, they were never allowed to go to the stables except for messages, nor to the farm unless sent, until every one had left off work but the head man, and his wife, the dairy maid; or on Sundays when they went to church. It was the same years before. <b><i>\u201cNot in the grotto at dark?\u201d (She looked me hard in the face when I suggested that.) No, it was too far off. <\/i><\/b>\u201cThe privy in the laurel walk?\u201d \u201cA nasty place,\u201d said she. \u2014 I was interrupted by Joe coming in, the young cub was cunt hunting, and often in the way afterwards.<\/p>\n<p>I found afterwards that his grandmother thought he needed looking after. He was rarely allowed out after dark, but went to school early, and was often in the morning room with the parlour maid alone. \u2014 My old aunt no longer went to the farm yard before breakfast as in Pender\u2019s time, \u2014 so I went down early in the morning to baulk Joe, if he intended any game; and took a dislike to the boy for his precocity.<\/p>\n<p>After breakfast Joey was off to school. I leisurely smoking a cigar, just before she went off with the dog\u2019s meat, waited in the shrubbery having ascertained that no one was in the privy.<\/p>\n<p>She came along with the dog\u2019s food in her hand, saw me, looked round anxiously, shook her head. \u201cNo, \u2014 no,\u201d but I drew her into the privy easily, for her cunt was athirst, and had her up against the wall, the dog\u2019s food on the privy seat. Five minutes afterwards she was in the dining room clearing the table. One of the charms, to me, of intrigues with servants is the odd, out of the way places and times in which I tail them \u2014 the hurried plugging, their intense enjoyment of my prick, and then the sensuous pleasure of seeing them at times, almost directly afterwards, at their household duties with cunts full of my sperm. There was Tomlin now in that condition at her work, looking demure but flushed, and Aunt and Emily in the room with us, but blissfully ignorant.<\/p>\n<p>Next day I was at the grotto; I had enlarged a hole in the roof to hear better, but it was windy and heard badly at times. \u2014 \u201cMake haste, I can\u2019t come again, your grandma thinks I\u2019m too long gone, your uncle will find us out.\u201d \u201cHe\u2019s going next week,\u201d said Joe. She pulled up her clothes in a business-like way, placing her bum against the table, he gave a look for an instant, she felt his cock, and then they fucked. The very instant Joe\u2019s&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">bum had ceased wagging, she pushed him off, and went away saying loudly, \u201cYou wait a quarter of an hour.\u201d Joe sat down playing with his prick and frigging it hard, but it did not stiffen, and then went off. I could not move till he had, and laying on my belly, with stones and lumps beneath me, was so cramped that I could scarcely get up.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 879\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>When aunt had gone for her drive, I had Tomlin on my bed; she could not come again \u2014 fearing the housemaid, whose room was next to hers, and for that reason I could not risk going to her room. <b><i>Feather beds were in all the house, so we had to re-make mine before we left the room \u2014 I helping (mattress and spring beds were unknown then).<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>I wanted fuller enjoyment of her than was possible at the manor house, and after scarcely getting a feel for three days, she readily enough, at my suggestion, said her mother was ill, and got leave to go and see her. Early in the morning saying <b><i>I was going to the town of A****, which was untrue, off I went<\/i><\/b>. The beer shop at the market town where Pender and I had our delight was no longer available, <b><i>but at A***, a larger place, I found what I wanted, met her at the station, and without noticing each other she followed me.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis isn\u2019t a Public house,\u201d were the first words she uttered. I told her frankly, a baudy house, which didn\u2019t seem to shock her. \u201cI\u2019m so hungry, I had no time to get any breakfast,\u201d said she. I had not foreseen that, but meaning to have a long day\u2019s amusement with her, had at an hotel got a lot of sandwiches and a bottle of sherry. \u201cOh, I\u2019m so glad.\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s do it first.\u201d \u201cNo, I\u2019m so hungry.\u201d \u2014 She stripped, to please me, to her chemise then sat eating whilst I at her feet, kneeling, fingered her quim, looked at her body, felt it, and kissed her thighs, rising up at times to show her my excited generator. \u2014 She was soon satisfied with food, and with her mouth almost full, I mounted and satisfied her cunt.<\/p>\n<p>Then we both got into bed. I had no difficulty in making her do so, and a very fine woman she was. White in flesh, with a fine backside, large, round thighs, most beautiful breasts, but not much waist; and I did not admire the colour of her motte. She had such intense pleasure in fucking that she almost doubled mine. She spent copiously, we made the sheets in a precious mess, and fell fast asleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 880\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Then to her annoyance the wants of nature compelled her to leave the room. That necessity in a woman, in whose arms I had lain, at that time somewhat revolted me \u2014 a squeamish stupidity since lost. She washed when she came back, we finished our wine and sandwiches, got into the bed again and, feeling each other\u2019s genitals, talked. What confidences are exchanged when a man and woman are laying side by side at that play. I can recollect all I write and lots more. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019re fond of fucking.\u201d \u201cOf course,\u201d said she. \u201cWho does it to you?\u201d \u201cNo one, I\u2019m going to be married soon.\u201d \u201cYour sweetheart does.\u201d \u201cHe wants, but I won\u2019t let him.\u201d \u201cHas he felt your cunt?\u201d \u201cOnce or twice; how curious you are.\u201d \u201cWhy did you let me do it to you?\u201d \u201cI suppose I wanted it.\u201d \u201cDid you expect I was after you?\u201d \u201cNot till two days before, when you looked at me so.\u201d \u201cIf you\u2019re not fucked I suppose you frig yourself.\u201d \u201cEvery woman does who isn\u2019t married.\u201d \u201cDo the servants?\u201d \u201cI never knew one who didn\u2019t.\u201d She was so wonderfully straight in all her re-plies, excepting as to when she was tucked last. I longed to ask her about Joey, but restrained myself, talked generally about Aunt and Cousin; at length said, \u201cHas Joe ever kissed you? He is fast for his age and looking after you.\u201d \u201cYes, and tried to pull up my clothes but I smacked his head and said I would tell to his grand- mother, but what makes you ask me about him?\u201d \u201cBecause I thought he was after you.\u201d The spirit moved me, I made her put her thigh well over mine as we were lying side by side, and put my fingers up her cunt. \u201cYou\u2019ve had a good lot of fucking, you\u2019re too fond of it to do nothing but frig.\u201d \u201cI had plenty for three years till my husband died.\u201d \u201cWhat, married?\u201d \u201cYes, three years.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Then she told how she had been in service, had married, and was a widow three years after. Some relative gave her a character for a fresh place, her being widow was kept secret, because ladies would not readily take widows into their service. They get with the men more readily they thought, which was a mistake; there was the housemaid three month\u2019s gone with child, and had never been married. \u201cWell,\u201d said I turning in-to her and inserting my prick, \u201cYou fucked your husband out.\u201d \u201cHe didn\u2019t want much asking, the doctor said he would kill himself if he did it so much, but he would.\u201d \u201cWas his prick bigger than mine?\u201d said I feeling my pleasure increasing. \u201cOho, \u2014 the same \u2014 size \u2014 oho \u2014, \u201d she sobbed out. \u201cOh, don\u2019t \u2014 oh ah ah,\u201d and we spent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 881\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Again we talked. Her husband was always doing it, did it before he went to work, and when he came home to dinner. He was consumptive. I came to the conclusion that both being lustful, he always wanting it, she always ready, that he fucked himself to death.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI shall get you with child.\u201d I am fond of saying this to women. She had never been so, and a doctor had said she never would. So she laid tranquilly enjoying her full cunt.<\/p>\n<p>She told me my cousin Emily had fine limbs; of the quarrels of another cousin with her husband when staying at the Hall, of the way Mrs. *** (the cousin divorced, whose cunt I had seen when a girl) went on with gentlemen, how the housemaid who was in the family way said she wished she had never had a man; we always got to talking of nudity, and genitals, and then fucking till we were fucked out. Then I took her to eat at an obscure place and she went back; I by a later train. She opened the door to let me in. Aunt next morning hoped I would not come in so late and keep the servants up.&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Three days afterwards, we did the same but she could not get away early. One day I went to the grotto, but neither she nor Joey were there. \u2014 The dog was better and at home. I got her to my room and had a hurried fuck one afternoon when my aunt was out, and made her a present, and that week I went home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A few months afterwards, being at my aunt\u2019s, I heard she was married. Joey had left also; aunt said she could not manage him, and he had been put to a boarding school.<b><i> A few years afterwards he was sent to a colony by his parents <\/i><\/b>\u2014 they could not manage him. I never disclosed to Tomlin what I knew about her and Joey.<\/p>\n<p>After visiting such of my relations as I intended, I returned to London, and whored quietly as heretofore. My one remedy when miserable, was a woman. When I wanted a very quiet one, I went to Camille \u2014 she was always desirous of knowing what I did when away from her so long, and she did not get the truth. Gabrielle had come back to England, but she seemed a bird of passage, appearing and disappearing often, and I had her a few times; this variety of woman is very charming.<\/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 5 CHAPTER 5 My letch for Tomlin. \u2022 An assault. \u2022 Slight resistance. \u2022 What\u2019s for dinner? \u2022 Cook this. \u2022 Sham displeasure. \u2022 Aunt out. \u2022 After dinner. \u2022 My bed-room. \u2022 Tail in tail. \u2022 The grotto again. \u2022 The dog\u2019s food. \u2022 Joey\u2019s fears and regrets. \u2022 Against the table. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1557\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Five<\/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-1557","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1557"}],"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=1557"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1557\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2501,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1557\/revisions\/2501"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}