firmer pressure of her charming fingers, caused me such
an excess of excitement that I actually swooned away with the most
delicious sensation I had ever experienced in my life. I was some time
before I knew where I was, or what I was about, and was only made
conscious of our arrival at home by Miss Evelyn shaking me to rouse me
up. I stumbled up, but though partially stupefied, I fancied Miss
Evelyn's eyes shone with a brilliancy I had never before observed, and
that there was a bright hectic flush on her cheek. She refused to go
into the parlour, but hurried to bed on pretence of a headache.

When I retired to bed, and took off my shirt, I found it all sticky and
wet in front.

It was thus I paid down my first tribute to Venus. I thought long over
this evident approach to familiarity on the part of Miss Evelyn, and
went to sleep with a lively hope of a more private interview with her,
when I trusted that her evident passion would initiate me in the
pleasures to be derived from her beauteous body.

But again fate intervened, and another, not less beautiful, more
experienced, and more inclined for the sport, was to be my charming
mistress in love's revels.

Two days after this, Mr. Benson was unexpectedly called away on
pressing affairs, which he feared might detain him three weeks. He left
Mrs. B. with us. As he had to be driven about nine miles to the town
where the coach passed, mamma took the opportunity of going to the town
with him. Mrs. B. complained of not being equal to the fatigue, and
mamma told Miss Evelyn she would like her company, and as the two girls
wanted new shoes, they could go also; I was to remain at home, and
mamma desired me to be quiet and attentive to Mrs. Benson, who,
observing no one, said to me, with a peculiar look:

"I shall want you to hold my skeins, Charlie, so don't go out of the
way, but be ready for me as soon as they are gone."

She then went up to her bedroom, where Mr. B. immediately joined her,
no doubt to re-enact the scene I had already witnessed from the closet
on a previous day. They were fully half an hour occupied together. At
length, all was ready, and off they went, leaving me to a fate I had
little dreamt of.

Mrs. B. proposed we should go up to the drawing-room, which looked out
to the garden, and was nowhere overlooked. I followed her, and could
not help admiring her fine figure as she preceded me in going upstairs.
Although pale in complexion, she was well mad