own. Do, dearest Freddie, see if you cannot find such a man. In the meantime, Jack and I have gathered together all our correspondence on these matters. As soon as you judge the moment opportune, our friend Professor J- shall have permission to publish it to the world. We suggest, however, that the edition be limited to those who have the sense to comprehend such matters. What a splendid souvenir that book will make of the glorious summer which is now ending. A few weeks more, dear friend, and we shall be reunited with you at the Spaniard's Reach plantation. Until then, the fondest regards come to you from ta chere amie, Dolly.
ELEVEN
A personal invitation from Lord Frederick to the reader Permit me, sir, to add a word to the letters which our good friend Professor J- has laid before you. By now, you will have read them all, sharing the high-spirited japes of dear old Jack on the Sussex coast, or the wanton humours of Dolly on the shores of her Berlinese lake. As you see, the world agrees that our two friends are figures of the strictest morality and the most proper conduct. Were you to doubt this for a moment, you need only apply for testimonials to the Reverend Dr. Thwackum, the Dowager Baroness Loosely, and the Honourable Colonel Randolph Hart of the Blues. If you would accept my own pledge on behalf of our friends, then you might add the word of a member of the House of Lords, a Peer of the Realm, and the heir to the Earldom of Chiltern Hundred. But you are, I am sure, a companionable fellow and a man of the world. With this in mind, I have a request to make of you on behalf of our friends-or perhaps I should say an invitation to deliver. From time to time, Jack and Dolly are my guests on my own spacious plantation, where behind well-guarded fences I cultivate certain flowers of beauty which would make your mouth water at the first glimpse of them. But when my dear friends come to pay me a visit, it necessarily means that their own lovely blooms are untended-or if you prefer, their frisky young fillies lack a rider in the saddle and a touch of the whip to their charming rumps. How much better if a reliable fellow-such as yourself-were able to supply the need while Jack and Dolly are otherwise occupied! You will, I trust, not be offended, if we regard you as a lively fellow with a wicked sense of fun and a nose for the best kind of female horse-flesh. If you have followed our adventures thus far and relished the sport, then you will scarcely turn away from this invitation. In short, we ask you to take Jack's place as lord and master of the harem for as long as it pleases you. Your journey will be safe and easy-for it is accomplished on the wings of imagination. Moreover, I tell you in confidence that you are greatly honoured. Few visitors are ever permitted here, and there are not ten men in the whole world whom Jack would entrust his pleasure-palace to during his absence. Imagine all the fancies you might indulge as master of several dozen lovely slave-girls: To them, your slightest wish becomes an absolute command. You consent to take Jack's place for a night? My congratulations on the wisdom of your choice! Let us travel together, so that I may be your guide as you indulge those rare delights which our friend Jack enjoys upon every day and night of the week. As we talk, the familiar features of the room in which you read these pages will fade from your mind. You need have no fear, everything will be in order on your return-the handsome rosewood cabinets, the rows of leather volumes on the shelves, the buhl clock and the Aubusson carpets. But now another room takes shape before your eyes, no less agreeable than your own study. The dark wood of the chairs, table, and armoire is carved with a Spanish or Moorish design. From the white courtyard outside, one hears the sound of a fountain splashing upon the patterned marble.
Such craftsmanship in the carving-some of it fine as lacework! Do you notice the change of climate, the warm and languorous air? Even in the late afternoon one feels a summer drowsiness. Perhaps you already detect the odours of spice and the clear tang of a gentle sea?
Possibly you will care to stroll down to the beach and view such adolescent nymphs as Katharine, Claudia, or Elke at their frolics. Do not forget that these girls belong absolutely to you as the master, and you will require whatever pleasure you wish from them. May I draw your attention to the two Swedish girls, the trim and noble blondes of sixteen or seventeen? Take a closer look at Helena. How could a man resist those pert neat features, the proud tilt of that pretty chin, the blue-green eyes, and the high-boned beauty? Jack is not greatly admiring of flowing skirts and garments which conceal a girl's figure. See how Helena is made to dress. A very short black jacket with a white singlet underneath and a pair of tight beach-trousers in dazzling white denim. If, like Jack, you enjoy taking a few unobtrusive photographs of such teenage nymphs, what a subject you have here! The pale blond hair with its fringe and its well-shaped silken sweep that just covers her collar makes an admirable setting for the young dignity of her face. The tight white jeans with a shiny black belt at the waist, perfectly shape the agile thighs of this slim, suntanned blonde. Look at her now. Holding her shoes in one hand she goes barefoot to the edge of the gentle tide and bends to rinse her fingers. Ah, your camera is ready! What a portrait this will be. As she bends tightly, the short sweep of the pale blond hair falls gently about her face. With feet a little apart and knees tucked forward, the straining white denim of the jeans-seat presents the nymph-cheeks of Helena's bottom. They appear tightly rounded and suggestively separated. As she walks up the beach again towards us, pretend to take a view of the open sea. Now you have the young dignity of her face in the aperture, the pale fringe, the firm features lightly suntanned. Can you resist a few clicks of the shutter? No? My congratulations again. She will not realise yet that you are taking these photographs of her as a souvenir of your adventure. She and the other blonde are now tracing their names in the wet sand with their forefingers-attempted copperplate, no doubt!
Proudly our nymph inscribes Sweden, and then with careful elegance Helena follows it. Imagine the opportunity given to a conscientious lensman as the lithe young blonde bends to this task!
Ah, I see you cannot resist a shot or two of the way that this childish game softens the proud young beauty of her face. Of course you will want several studies of her trim thighs in the tight white jeans, tense and firm as she stoops. And the hardened young mounds of Helena's buttocks, so provokingly parted as she writes in the sand, are offered more lewdly-though innocently- than the most easy going burlesque show would permit. Sooner or later the girls will realise that you are taking photographs of them-as Katharine and Claudia did with Jack. But do you not find a certain exquisite satisfaction in their discovery? See Helena and her girlfriend as they glance round at your camera and then whisper uneasily together. No wonder if a slight warm blush and a look of apprehension cloud the self-confidence of Helena's face. As she and her friend walk away with many a nervous backward glance, she is recalling the views she presented to your lens and, in her confusion, knows that there is nothing she can do now to remedy the situation. I have taken some trouble to introduce you to Helena. You wonder why? Jack and I would be greatly obliged if you would command her on your bed tonight. She is young and fresh, Jack says, and he believes it would give you great satisfaction to break her in, demanding every pleasure which our young blonde's body has to offer. Of course, we would not confine your amusement to one girl in a harem of fifty or sixty! That would be a true failure of a gentleman's hospitality. In such a place as this, the master's silken divan is never less than eight or nine feet long and quite six feet wide. On retiring, he is never accompanied by less than three or four girls who sprawl on the divan with him. Have no fear then. You shall not only be provided with such a nymph as this but also with an elfin creature of pert beauty and a strapping young trollop for your stronger tastes. Should these prove insufficient, a ready supply awaits you of mischievous schoolgirls, demure debutantes, softly passionate young wives, and warm-skinned beauties from Arabia or the Orient. First let us partake of some refreshment. Jack will never combine dinner with his amorous pursuits, for he maintains that one excitement spoils the other and begets a habit of indigestion. Here, then, in the colonnaded courtyard where the fountain plays, the table is spread with fine linen, silver, and cut-glass. As if by invisible hands, the most succulent hors d'oeuvres, the choicest dishes, and the most enticing fruits are set before you. All these are washed down by bottles of the finest vintage-claret, burgundy, and hock-all selected to tease your palate without cloying your mind. When dinner is done, it is time for you to retire to the ease of the adjoining room, there to enjoy a leisurely Havana and a glass of malt whisky. The lamps are lit now as you take your ease in a comfortable leather chair among the carved Spanish furniture. The glass, the decanter, and the humidor are on a little table beside you. Now you must meet the three girls who wait here to attend your least desire. As custom requires, the young blonde, Helena, kneels on a cushion before you, her eyes demurely lowered and her head bowed a little as she waits. She is still in the white jeans and short black jacket. When the time to undress her arrives, you would naturally wish to do that with your own hands.
And who is the charming little “waitress” who must keep your glass filled and your cigar glowing? Though she is a blonde also, she is a year or two younger than Helena. It is Natasha with her prettily severe coiffure of fringe and saucy chignon of fair hair. As you think of the acts you will make her perform, is there not something
