“This evening I will be visited by a Mrs. Bates. This visit will afford valuable education on certain aspects of the art of love that you have not yet encountered in my brief instructions. Mrs. Bates will serve as an example of the more exotic varieties of lovemaking.
“Upon close examination of the door of my room you will find that there are two peepholes through which you can observe every minute motion and delineation of her strange phase of sexuality. This woman that I speak of is the one, Caroline, that I spoke of who possesses the remarkable growth of hair upon her body. She will be here to dinner and I want both of you to treat her courteously and respectfully. Remember she will know nothing of your eyes. Now, away with you. Uncle has work to do.”
Freda and Caroline walked out of the library and down the stairs whispering excitedly about Lord Roxboro's conversation.
Caroline told Freda what his lordship had said about the female acquaintance of his, who had hair from her crotch to between the breasts and tried to explain it to Freda, but gave up the attempt.
Both longed for the dinner hour and, upon hearing the creak of wheels on the gravel drive, rushed to the window, each vying with the other in their race to gain the first glimpse of this remarkable stranger.
A female figure left the vehicle after handing out a handbag to the footman and hurried up the steps. They did not have a chance to observe her features, but both hurried to their rooms to dress carefully for dinner and await with impatience the summons of the bell.
Upon its ringing they proceeded to the dining room and seated themselves at the table and were waited on by that goddess of love, Marie.
Lord Roxboro had not as yet made his appearance and they sat with ill-concealed impatience for his lordship.
Presently he entered the room, escorting the stranger on his arm.
Beautiful was the right term that the lord had used in his description of her.
She was well-formed, perfectly plump, and possessed long glistening tresses of an auburn hue; not an ordinary red color, but a fascinating coppery sheen seldom observed. It was brushed back on her head, making a pleasant contrast to her cream-white skin.
Her legs were sheathed in silk, her feet in tiny slippers. She was gowned in a creation of sparkling black that showed off her wonderful form to perfection.
Lord Roxboro introduced her to each of his nieces as Mrs. Bates.
“Her husband, nieces,” he said, “was my very best friend and neighbor. They lived next door to a property I own, and these visits of my old neighbor bring back pleasant memories of times gone by. I want you girls to be very nice to Mrs. Bates and I hope that she will be here very often.”
They all seated themselves at the table and the meal began.
Upon its conclusion his lordship winked at Caroline and Freda and they excused themselves and repaired immediately to their rooms and thence to their uncle's and took up points of vantage to observe all of the proceedings. The lights were on in the library and after a wait of a few moments his lordship entered accompanied by Mrs. Bates.
He carried in his hand the handbag she had brought with her and laid it carefully upon the table.
Some small talk ensued and after a wait of thirty or forty minutes, their uncle rang for Marie and told her that she might depart for her quarters until morning.
Marie listened in silence, made a curtsey and went out.
His lordship finished smoking his cigar.
Meanwhile Mrs. Bates had arisen and strode about the room, nervously twitching her hands and glancing at the walls, and on one round even tried the doors.
Caroline had taken the precaution of holding his lordship's door firmly on the inside, so that they were safe from discovery by her.
She walked to the center of the room and faced Lord Roxboro, who was seated in his chair, and said in a voice clearly audible to her listeners.
“I presume the maid has gone, Emory. She looks like an inquisitive thing. Who are those two nieces of yours, as you introduced them to me-two more of your flames?”
“No, Ethel,” laughed Lord Roxboro. “They are not two of my flames, as you term them, but really are two of my nieces who have come to stay with me.”
“Do you really mean that, you old rascal, or are you at your old tricks again?” she asked him roguishly.
“Yes, Ethel dear, I really mean it. They are as I represent them to be,” he answered.
“I am not so sure,” she added. “You see, I know you too well of old.”
“You really do me an injustice, Ethel dear,” expostulated his lordship. “Really, you should not be so suspicious!”
“Well, Emory,” she continued, “I suppose I shall have to believe you whether I would like to or not. In any case, It makes no difference at all to me, for I love you just the same, and shall always love you!”
“That's the way I like to hear my lady friends speak,” spoke up his lordship, “especially you. It is true,” he added, “that I have been interested in numerous women and have been more than intimate with quite a number of them, but never have I had the acquaintance and companionship of one who has affected me so strongly and deeply as you! It is true that I have ravished both of these two nieces and every domestic-young and middle-aged-that has been in this house during the last thirty years, to say nothing of a young and good-looking maiden aunt of mine and many others besides. Yet I would gladly sacrifice the pleasures of all these abandonments in return for just one brief smile from your roselike lips!” Here he embraced her strongly and kissed her long and warmly upon her delicately molded lips.
“Oh, Emory! You can be truly wonderful at times,” she cooed contentedly.
At this point Caroline and Freda could restrain themselves no longer and, guided by a common thought and impulse, each introduced her hand up beneath the other's clothes and, getting through the drawers, inserted a finger into the cleft of the other and fingered one another earnestly and protractedly until they felt somewhat relieved.
“But those two nieces of yours, are they in this part of the building?” asked Mrs. Bates nervously.
“No, Ethel,” replied Lord Roxboro. “Surely you do not think that I would have those two children stay here in the house to spy upon my love affairs, even though they have figured in some of them? They stay in the servant's quarters about a quarter of a mile away.”
“Oh, Emory, how I hate to revert to those dreadful practices!” she burst out nervously, picking at his coat collar and smoothing his hair.
“The last time I was here I swore I would never come back again! It seems that I can only go so long without revisiting you to rid myself of my accumulated passions! Why is it, Emory, that I should be cursed with these feelings of lust? Other women in my set are not that way! I know-I have watched and observed them! Why is it, Emory, that I should be cursed with these perversions? It makes me feel wretched at times. Why, just the other night I was going to throw myself at a rude sailor that passed by our estate. An uncontrollable whim possessed me to follow him and have him take me away on his ship! Really, I cannot understand it. I would cheerfully give all I possess to be able to resume my childhood innocence.”
“Tut, tut!” interpolated his lordship. “You are concerning yourself too much about this thing which I can assure you is really trifling. Every normal healthy woman has the same feelings as you. Of course you were unable to detect the signs in them because they, like you, cover them up too carefully! As for your returning to your childhood innocence, that innocence is pure fiction, as you well know! Do you not remember when we were children together? Don't you remember when you were only five and I was six, the things we used to do in the bushes of the garden in summertime even then. Don't you recall how I, yet too young to ejaculate, did my best to satisfy you by making a little wee-wee in your little crack?”
“Ah! Those were happy days,” she answered smilingly.
“Ah! If they could only return!” replied his lordship, and here they both sighed deeply.
“Oh, Emory!” she murmured. “You are the man whom I really should have married by all the laws of God and nature!”
“Yes, my dear,” replied Lord Roxboro tenderly. “I have long since come to the same conclusion; I have often thought that the Almighty ordained that you and I should have been man and wife, but we both have been well and truly punished for our disobedience!”
