fellow, and devoutly believed he was of his own begetting. But all this I found out afterwards.

The major was a great invalid, and had a separate room, but seldom essaying to perform his marital duties, and signally failing when he did try. This was the state of things when I set my wits to work how I might seduce this beautiful, but artful woman. I used to pass hours at her house nearly every day, hold the silk she wished to wind, turn the leaves of her music book while she played or sang at the piano, and make sketches in her album, and everything that lovers could say to each other we had said. I had had my hand down her breasts and up her clothes many times, and she would sit with me on a sofa in the darkened room (all the apartments being kept very dark in India to keep them cool), with her hand in my trousers, manipulating for half an hour at a time.

Occasionally the poor major would look in, seem pleased to find me there, instead of Captain M- (whose presence always made him uneasy, I could not tell why, as he was not of a jealous nature), and would accost me with, 'Ah, young S- there you are again, making love to my wife, you young dog!' and he would laugh good- naturedly, and slap me on the back, and wily Mrs T- would say, 'Oh yes, he's a good little boy, and as long as he is so he shall be my knight and wear my colours.' Poor old major, if he had only known, but he did not know, and hadn't the shadow of a suspicion of me! Tant mieux.

Now it happened that one day I had dropped in as usual, when Mrs T- told me, with an arch look, that the major was gone down to the Presidency on an affair of business and would not be back for a week, and that, it being the native festival of Huli, she had allowed all her servants to go and see the show, except the gardener, whom she would now tell to deny her to any visitors who might call.

She went on to the verandah and gave him orders and returned to me. I threw myself into her arms.

'Not yet, not yet! my dear boy,' said she. 'I must first go over the bungalow and see if those rascals have fastened the doors and jalousies, for in their absence some scoundrel might enter the premises and rob the house, and — and — ' she burst into a laugh.

'We might be surprised,' said I, completing the sentence.

'Good,' said she, 'that is just what I mean.'

We secured the jalousies and doors, and carefully searched all the rooms. Satisfied that all was safe, I went with her into her chamber, when, having double-locked the door, 'Now, my dear love,'

said she, 'do what you like, I am all your own!' In a minute we were both naked, sporting on the bed.

Then for the first time I had a full expansive view of that lovely woman. I revelled in the woman's cunt with its luxurious fringe of fair locks that curled above, on the sides, and beneath it. I never saw so much hair on a woman before; she had quite a forest under her arms. It was a novelty to me, and pleased me; I entwined my fingers in it, I combed and parted it, and overcome by an irresistible lust, ended by gamahuching her, to her great delight. I had so wriggled about, that at length I got astride of her with my rear pressed down on her glorious great bubbies, and felt them rise and fall as they panted with desire. Presently she grasped my thighs, and raising me up, took my pestle in her mouth, and sucked it with such ardour that I feared every minute she would either bite it off or swallow it whole. Suddenly she stopped, exclaiming, 'Oh, 'tis too much! I cannot bear it another instant; turn round! put it in! fuck! fuck! do fuck me!' I lost no time in complying. Then she clasped me with such strength, she murmured forth such lascivious words, she did such lascivious things, she quite frightened me. Why this woman, said I to myself, is a perfect Messalina. We were both so wrought up that in ten minutes our climax came; gods! how she ground her teeth, how she bit, pinched, and thrust her finger up my — . And then we both lay panting, quite exhausted.

At length, recovering a little, she wiped her beautiful face with her handkerchief, saying faintly, give me the eau-de-Cologne off the dressing-table, and open a bottle of claret; you will find some in the cooler in the corner of the room.

She deluged her fair body with the eau-de-Cologne and then playfully threw a quantity over me. We soon finished the delicious cool wine, and so to bed again.

I begged her to kneel up that I might have a full view of her hinder beauties. She complied at once. Oh, what an enchanting prospect was before me. Imagine a skin white as alabaster, a slender waist, a Spanish back with a delicious fall in it, over which meandered her waving golden hair, imagine hips of enormous size terminating in a bottom the largest, the most dimpled and the whitest I had ever beheld, supported on thighs so rounded, so symmetrically proportioned, so altogether ravishingly exquisite that an angel of light could not have withstood such temptation. I stooped down and buried my face in those hills of snow, then rising up, I slipped with ease into her mossy grotto, and at it we went again. She jutted her bum out to meet my thrusts; she stretched straight out first one leg then the other; she passed her hand between her legs and felt my wand as it went in and out; she toyed with the balls of Cupid, and soon brought down another sweet shower.

'Oh, you're a man! a man!' she said, 'more charming by far than M-; he shall have me no more, sweet boy- faced fellow, I am thine for ever,' and she sank fainting on the bed.

When she had a little recovered, I asked, 'What have you done with little Jack?' (her son).

'Oh,' said she, 'Mrs B- so often asks me to let the little man pass the day with her children that I could not refuse, you know.'

'Ah I see; bright idea, wasn't it, today?'

'Very.'

'Hark! what's that,' and she sat wildly up in the bed.

'Somebody trying the door of the entrance-hall, and violently too,' said I, coolly.

'Up, quick, my love! do not wait to dress, gather up your clothes and get out of the window; run down to the border of the tank, hide yourself in the tope [grove], dress there and take the boat; flee! quick, begone.' I grasped my clothes; to unfasten the jalousie door, to spring out (fortunately we were in a one-storeyed house), to run like a madman across the lawn at the back of the house, to gain the tope, was the work of an instant, but even as I fled I heard a tremendous crash — the front doors had been burst open. But I knew her door was double-locked. I knew before the intruder could make that yield, she would have time to put the bed in order, to close the jalousies, to cast on her robe de chambre, to put out of sight the claret bottle and the glasses, and I was content. I dressed myself, and unmooring a little sailing skiff which the major kept for his diversion on the lake, I leapt in and, hoisting the sail, was soon a hundred yards from the shore. Then, indeed, I turned my head, and saw a man running at full speed down the jetty — by the time he reached it I had gained another fifty yards; he raised the gun which he carried to his shoulder and whiz, crack came a shot, slap through the sail and about a foot above my head. Well aimed, old fellow, said I jeeringly to myself, before you load again I shall be out of reach. But load again he did, and that rapidly; crack went another shot, but it only splashed harmlessly in the water, fifty paces astern of me. Well, to be sure, said I, you're a paladin, my fine fellow, whoever you are, but you're not the major, that's certain, he could never have run like that.

Concluding that my enemy would mount a horse, and gallop along the bank after me, I made for the shore at once and starting off through a belt of jungle, the track of which I knew quite well, from having often had a day's sport there, I reached my bungalow half dead with the heat, for it was barely three o'clock, the hottest part of the afternoon.

I drank some brandy and soda-water, and after I was cooled a little I took a tepid bath.

Nobody was at home but my choera, a pretty little boy about twelve years of age. This boy, Muniah his name, was very fond of me, and once when I was ill, nursed me with the greatest tenderness. 'Boy,'

I called; in the Madras Presidency all servants answer to the name of 'Boy', even if old grey-headed men. I addressed my haughty, high-caste dubash as 'boy' occasionally, just to keep him in his right place, though sometimes I called him by name, in compliment to his superior attainments and his caste. In Bengal, servants are called by, 'Qui hie?' (Who waits?)

'Boy,' said I. Muniah appeared.

'Muniah,' said I (a great compliment, he not being of high caste); he made me a low, a gratified salaam. 'Do you know where I went this morning?'

'Ho, sahib [yes sir], sahib ke jana Bhebee Sahib T- [my gentleman went to Mrs T-].'

'How do you know that?'

'I heard master tell the bearers to take palankeen there.'

'Bhote eucha [very good],' said I. 'Now mind, pay great attention to what I am going to say. If any sahib asks you where I went this morning, you must say that I have not been out, that I am not well, do you understand?' (All this in Hindustani.)

'Quite understand, sir.'

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