idea when I awoke that I had not been idle during the night, for I seemed to remember performing on two of them, and it was only the cold sea-water bath that brought me to my senses, and made me lose that great lump of muscle at the bottom of my belly, till I began to believe that I should have had to pick it out with a pin-periwinkle fashion.
CHAPTER 21
The general was a great gourmand, fond of sitting over his dinner a long time. The following day, after the conversation related in the last chapter, he invited me to share the repast with him, and after the meal regaled me with long stories of his conflict with the Sepoys and other natives of India.
'Why, sir,' he said to me, pointing to a pair of revolvers on the mantelpiece, 'Zoe's mother once fell into the hands of three vagabonds, and I shot them all and rescued her with those very weapons. That was how we became acquainted, and I would do as much today, old as I am, to any blackguard who dared insult her daughter.'
I cordially agreed with him that such would be only a just retribution, but I inwardly added that Zoe's cunt would be worth running the risk for.
After this we rejoined the ladies in the drawing-room as I had insisted on their using that apartment. After sitting there and chatting for about half an hour the general dozed off into a heavy sleep, and Zoe asked her stepmother to come out for a little while.
This Mrs. Martinet declined to do, on the ground that it was slightly chilly, so Zoe, who was a wilful specimen of womanhood, wished us au revoir and sallied forth.
I then poured out a glass of port, for Eva rather liked that wine, and unobserved by her, dropped out of my waistcoat phial enough Pinero Balsam to have stimulated an anchorite.
'Do have half a glass, I entreat you; it will put life in you. I have remarked that you seemed languid today.'
'Well, I will just take a wee drop,' said Eva, and she half emptied the glass as she spoke.
'Your husband sleeps soundly, Eva.'
'Hush; don't call me that here. Yes, he always sleeps so after dinner for a good half-hour.'
I was sitting in the armchair during this colloquy; Eva was standing by the window, and I could just reach her skirt by leaning forward. I did so, and with both hands gently, but with adroit force, pulled her backwards, until she sat upon my lap.
'For God's sake,' she whispered in an agony of dread, 'let me go; if he were to wake he would kill us both.'
'But he won't awake. You told me yourself he would be sure to sleep for half an hour, and there is ample time for what we want to do in that space. Come into my bedroom for five minutes, my darling.'
'Mr. Clinton, I dare not; think of the exposure.'
'I can think of nothing but this, my sweet Eva,' and suiting the action to the word, I clapped my hand upon her lovely rosebud of a snatchbox before she had the slightest idea that I was anywhere near it.
She proved a game girl; she didn't cry out, for that would have meant death and damnation, but she appealed to my good sense.
'Not now,' she said imploringly, 'be counselled by me; not now, some other time.'
'My darling,' I said, 'stand up for one moment.' She did so, and I instantly lifted all her clothes, having in the meantime brought out my stiff straight cock, which I was mortally afraid would discharge its contents before it was properly positioned.
'Now sit down, dear.'
She obeyed me, and as she did so, I opened with the thumb and finger of my left hand the delicate sprouting lips; her arse did the rest, and I went in with a rush that made my very marrow twitter with pleasure.
'Oh God,' burst from Eva's lips, 'this is heavenly.'
The old man turned uneasily on the couch; the back of the armchair was turned to him, so that all he could see was the top of Eva's head.
'Is that you, Eva?' said the General.
'Yes, dear,' replied his wife.
'What are you doing, my love?'
'Still embroidering your new smoking cap, dear.'
'Where's Clinton?'
'He's gone out for a smoke,' said the trembling girl.
'All right, call me in half an hour.' And in less than three minutes the dear old soldier was once more in the Land of Nod, but during the three minutes we seemed to have lived an age. I would have gladly got out of her and sneaked away, for I could not help thinking of the revolvers, but she had never tasted the exquisite bliss a young man's prick can convey, and was, to use a 'servant galism', rampageous for it. She had never had a fuck before in such a position, but women are quick to learn a lesson when sperm is to be the prize, and in less than a minute she had wriggled out of me more genital juice than had ever rushed up my seminal ducts before. When she found she could draw no more, she quietly rose and walked to the window, leaving me to button up and vanish on tiptoe out of the drawing-room.
CHAPTER 22
The reader knows my character by this time sufficiently well to be fully aware that I did not permit a single opportunity to escape of performing on Eva, till I think that young lady grew to look for it as regularly as a cat watches for the advent of a horseflesh purveyor.
One morning, however, I did not keep my appointment with her as usual, for we generally went out about midday, as I had found a quiet cowshed in a field on the Dover Road, behind which the grass grew thick and long, and there we were free from interruption.
There, too, if there be any truth in the general belief that semen is a great fructifier of the soil, the grass should grow thicker than ever by this time, for I am sure that Eva and I had bathed it with the best essence we possessed.
This particular morning, however, I received a note in a handwriting I did not know; the letter ran thus:
SIR
Your liaison with Mrs. M- is known, and it depends upon you whether it will be divulged to her husband. Meet me near the spot you generally meet her, at two p.m. today.
Yours,
ONE WHO HAS SEEN ALL
It was a woman's hand, and I was puzzled. I dropped a few lines to Eva, saying I could not keep my appointment with her and proceeded to the rendezvous to find my fair anonyma.
I arrived at the back of the cowshed and turned the corner to find to my intense surprise Zoe standing there, in her hands a bunch of fresh wild flowers; as she was expecting me, whereas I had never dreamed that it was she who had sent the note, she had me at a decided disadvantage.
'Well, sir,' she said, 'you received my communication?'
