'After all, it is not at all equal to the real thing. Would you like me to try it for you? I shall be delighted to serve you, miss.'
'Thank you, but I should prefer the real thing, it if it acts at all like the imitation. Probably you have none in stock?'
He laughed outright this time. He glanced around. We understood one another in a moment. He caught me round the waist.
'You beautiful devil! Where do you come from?'
'Are we quite sure to be alone? Suppose someone enters the shop?'
'They must wait. I can shut the door. See, there is a muslin curtain. We can see out. They cannot see in.'
'Then try the real thing-if you have one?'
He was very good-looking and had roused my lust. He locked the door and pushed me towards a sofa.
'You really mean you will let me do the job for you, eh? You are awfully pretty, you know. I never saw such a beautiful girl. You are so beautifully dressed. I am not rich, you know; you will not want to bother me afterwards?'
'I ask nothing. I should not like to disappoint you.'
'Oh, my God! What fun! I never had such a chance. How sweet your kisses are! Let me feel.'
'Where is your syringe? Oh, my goodness! What a beauty! It is much larger, though, than the imitation. Kiss me?'
'Yes, much larger and almost as stiff. It holds nearly as much also, as you will soon find. Oh, your kisses are sweet.'
I held his limb in my gloved hand. His fingers were in the moisture of my slit. He was beautifully made-not nearly so large as the concierge. I was dreadfully excited. I longed for him to 'do the job,' as he called it. He was stiffly erect.
I had not long to wait. I was utterly devoid of modesty. I fancied I knew how best to please him. I played my part.
'Be quick-I want it! Come!'
I pulled up all my clothes. He saw all my nudity. I felt the air on my exposed parts. The coolness of it was in such great contrast to my own heat that my slit grew all the slicker. The handsome young chemist eyed me with a lasciviousness I had come to appreciate. I wagged my tongue across my teeth. I undulated my lower body. But rather than inspire an assault, this moved him to express his admiration vocally.
'My God, what lovely legs! What fine stockings! What exquisite little boots! My God! Oh-what a chance!'
'You tarry so. I said I wanted it. Must I repeat myself? Do not make me beg further or I shall deny you. Can you not tell I want it now?'
The young man mounted quickly upon me. In an instant I felt him penetrating my orbit. My slit was all on fire with longing.
'My God, how tight you are-keep still-it's going in now. Oh, my God, how nice! I'm right into you now!'
It was true. I tasted the pleasure of coition for the first time with a full-grown man. I could not speak-I could only sob and moan in the ecstasy of that encounter. I clutched him by the shoulders. I felt the light hair of his belly rub on my flesh. He thrust vigorously. His limb grew stiffer and harder. It seemed to push to the extremity of my capacity. The pleasure was divine.
'Oh, Christ! I'm coming! I'm-coming! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!'
'The syringe! The syringe! Give it all to me!'
The young man discharged-gush after gush. He had spoken the truth. His syringe was ample. His sperm squirted into me in a flood.
'You beautiful little devil! How deliciously nice you are. Now you must make use of the imitation. I will get you some water.'
'Thanks. Remember to wipe your syringe and return it carefully to its box.'
I walked home. I was no longer afraid of John now.
Chapter 4
I had been at home three weeks. Lady L kept to her own apartment upstairs. I saw very little of her, except only when I paid my dutiful morning visit. Sunday is not a lively or convivial day in London. Not in a general way. I lunched alone on this Sunday. Sir Edward was to return in a week's time. I was thinking his advent would be a change for me and a relief. I sat before my empty plate.
'Will you take some more sweetbread, miss?'
'No, thank you, John. You may take it away, and bring me some seed cake. Who is Lady L entertaining upstairs, John?'
'The Reverend Mr. Doubletree, miss. He is the Honorable and Reverend Trestleton-Doubletree. He belongs to the church they call the Sepulchre, miss, round in the square.
'Was it he who arrived an hour and half ago? I looked out and thought I saw our own carriage. Could that be, John?'
'Yes, miss, my lady always sends it after the service on Sunday mornings to bring him round from the Sepulchre.'
'He does not look as if he required much bringing round; he does not strike me in any way as resembling a ghost.'
'Oh, no, miss, he's in very good condition. He knows how to keep it up too; I never knew such a particular gent. He can't eat any soup but real turtle, miss-except on Fridays when he says he tries to digest mock. He must have his grouse with a nice bit of red in the breast. He says there's only one cook in London who can do quail proper, miss, and that's ours. Yes, he's a funny gentleman for a parson. He's so particular about his stomach-says common food doesn't agree with him. Can't digest it, miss-comical stomach, very. He's funny in other ways too, miss, when he likes.'
'How so, John?'
'Why, one day he caught my lady's own maid, Sippett, on the stairs, miss, and chucked her under the chin, quite familiar-like.'
'Dear me, John! And what did Sippett do?'
'Oh, she just did nothing, miss, till he was gone. Then she up and told my lady. Not that she got much by that, for my lady told her not to mind. That it was only his kindness; for he was like a good pastor to his flock, and he considered her like one of his lambs.'
'What did she say to that, John?'
'Oh, she kept her mouth shut, as was her duty, miss, but when she came downstairs, she let out. She said that if he tried on any more of his pastoral tricks, he would find she was no lamb, but a ravenin' wolf, miss-there's the drawing-room bell, miss?'
'The Honorable and Reverend Trestleton-Doubletree would like to know, miss, if you will see him in the drawing room.'
'Say I will follow you immediately, John.'
I took just one look in the glass. I tripped lightly upstairs. John opened the door. The reverend gentleman came forward with an air of ineffable tenderness and condescension. I took him in at a glance. I mistrusted those roving dark eyes; that anxious smile on the broad sensual lips of a man about forty years of age.
'So glad, my dear Miss Eveline, to make your acquaintance. They told me you were at home; your lady mother has commissioned me, my dear girl!'
My baptismal name! My dear girl! What did he take me for? I cut him short.
'Have you lunched? I trust they have taken care of you? I fear Lady L is too great an invalid to receive you properly.'
'Oh, yes, a thousand thanks, we lunched together. Had I known-'
