Eveline

I smiled up at him through my tears. I put on the air of a spoiled child.

'I want to feel that thing again, John.'

He looked right and left-then he listened.

'There's no one about now, miss.'

I had suited the action to the word. My hand was on his plush breeches.

'Oh, John! How stiff it is! My hand can't get round it.'

His eyes glistened. He got more at home.

'Put it in here, miss.'

He undid a couple of buttons. I plunged my hand down. I grasped his huge limb. Only his shirt covered it now. It was hot and throbbing. I pressed it. I pinched it. I tried to get my hand under the shirt.

'Wait a minute, miss. If you must, you know, you must.'

He undid the other buttons. His limb was now free with only his linen over it. It stuck up in front of him like a great peg to hang dresses on.

'What a beauty he looks, John!'

'He is that, miss. My mother found that out when I was a little 'un, miss. She used to show him to the neighbors. One old single lady used to bring him biscuits.'

'Biscuits-John-why? How could he swallow biscuits?'

'I ate 'em for him, miss. They went down to him that way, I suppose. They were ginger nuts, miss. Anyhow, he got fine and large.'

'You ought to give him a name, John. I shall call him Robin, because of his red breast. Come here, Robin.'

I had released the prisoner from his confinement. I beheld the man's nudity erect in all its glorious proportions. How shall I describe the thing which reared its noble crest close under my nose as I sat in the low chair, its huge white shaft standing out against the curling black hair of John's belly? The blue veins coursing over the pale wavy surface; the big bell-shaped top-dark, menacing, its knob descending until a little slit-like aperture terminated its broad surface, which pouted on either side like ripe cherries.

'What a beauty he looks, John, my Robin!'

The man's lust, however, was rising furiously all this time. It was no child's play for him. I had excited the lion. It wanted flesh. He lost much of his subservient manner-his respect. He knelt down and pushed his hand up under my clothes. His cheek flushed and his breath came hot and fast.

'My good Lord, miss, how beautifully made your legs are! What lovely stockings-oh, what a soft thigh! Ah! Oh! How delicious it is! It's like so much velvet!'

The last exclamation was called forth by his touching a certain central portion of my person, the moist and hot reception with which his finger was regaled giving him evidently the liveliest pleasure.

'That's where Robin wants to go. That's where he'd like to hide his head, miss. Just in there!'

He slipped his finger in and tickled my button acutely-deliciously. I retained my hold of his thing. I gently moved the loose skin up and down.

'I am afraid he would not be content only to hide his head there, John.'

'He can be very soft and gentle when he likes, miss.'

'He may go wherever he likes, John. Only be careful and quiet.'

He now lost what little self-restraint was left to him. He caught me in his strong arms. He rubbed his body against mine. He kissed me on the mouth. Our tongues met-my eyes looked into his. He read desire-hot, voluptuous desire, there. We both groaned to indulge it- to enjoy-to satisfy it. We were mad, and there was more than method in our madness. John glanced all round. The armchairs and sofa were tempting, but then it was just possible we might be interrupted. Suddenly an inspiration came to him. By the door he could hear all approaching footsteps. The case was desperate. There was no time to be lost. He pushed me roughly with my back against the door. His breeches' flap was already unbuttoned. His nakedness was in full evidence. I assisted him to raise my clothes in front. He pressed his belly against me. He stooped. He thrust his hot, long limb between my legs. I opened them to make way.

'You must be quick, John. Listen! Do you hear anything?'

'No, no, all is quiet. It is the only chance. Let me do it. I am bound to get into you now, miss.'

With my own hand I guided the red head to my slit. I rubbed it between the lips of my orbit, up and down, testing my hot little button with its dimpled tip. He bore forward. It slipped in. In and up me half its length at least. I put my hands on his broad shoulders. I raised myself to meet his fierce thrusts. With each strong effort he almost lifted me off my legs. It was all the way inside me now. I moaned faintly. The pleasure mounted quickly. John hissed his ecstasy in short gasps.

'Good Lord! It is so tight! I'm nearly coming!'

He gripped me round the haunches with an iron hold. He moved in quick, short jerks. I met each thrust with my own. His limb grew hard and even stiffer. I wanted more of it. He pressed me to him. I felt his discharge. I knew he was flooding my interior with his sperm. I cared for nothing but to receive it all. He withdrew in haste. My parts were swimming. My thighs were slippery with the thick warm seed. A pool of it lay on the carpet between my feet.

'Oh, John, you have nearly killed me. You must never do that again.'

I ran upstairs to my own chamber. I made liberal use of my toilet appliances. I neither cared, nor feared, for the results of my imprudence.

Twenty minutes later, John came to announce the carriage at the door. He assisted me into it with the most respectful and matter-of- fact air in the world.

Chapter 5

The following Thursday witnessed the return of Sir Edward L.

As to the condition of Lady L, all concealment was in vain. He questioned me, and I made a clean breast of it, so far as related to her conduct and condition. One detail led to another. The incident between myself and the Reverend Mr. Doubletree was obliged to be included. In fact, John had forestalled my confession by giving my father a glowing account of that famous interview.

The first acts of Sir Edward after his arrival were to engage a housekeeper, and send for the family physician.

I had not seen my father since I was nine years of age. His long service in India and my absence at school had been the cause of his knowing little or nothing of the subsequent development of his only daughter.

I had arrived from Paris during his absence in the North. It was therefore with much trepidation that I met him on his return.

All my fears on beholding him vanished into thin air. He held me at arms' length; his handsome face beaming with admiration and delight. He kissed me again and again. His look, full of surprise and pleasure, melted into an expression of the tenderest sympathy as his keen, soldierly eye surveyed my girlish figure from head to foot. It was evident he had not expected to find me so entirely to his satisfaction. From what I know now, I am inclined to think he had not been in the habit of receiving either a kind, or a true report of my youthful progress towards womanhood.

'My beautiful-my darling child! And so this is the little one I have come back to find! Well, my eyes are opened! So you are the brave little champion that defeated the clerical dragon? By Jove, Eveline, you should have commanded the regiment! You would have made the Pathans run even faster than we did!'

'I have no wish to emulate Joan of Arc, Papa, but I am sure you will remember I am a L.'

'Indeed I do, my little paladin! Why, this is really charming-as the youngsters say-most awfully jolly?'

We became friends at once-close friends. The first thing to do was to set the house in order. That was soon accomplished. At the end of a fortnight, Lady L was able to take carriage exercise again. The London season was approaching. There were all sorts of gaieties in preparation. There were invitations to balls and receptions. Entertainments of all sorts were commencing to occupy the attention of that large and influential circle within whose sacred precincts none but the privileged can enter.