nd placing Lizzie where she could see without being seen,
opened my door, but found an empty bed. She at first suspected that I
had gone to one of the female servants, but thought she would make sure
and see if Mary was not the object. So she stole softly upstairs, and
found us in the act of enjoying a double gamahuche, which as it was
early morning light, she could see without difficulty. She had the
kindness to let us enjoy it to the end, and then dragging me off, said--

"Oh! Charles! this is dreadful! Why could you not be content with
me?--have I ever refused you? Do you know this would be the ruin of all
of us if ever it should become known? You are too young to know the
dreadful consequences of discovery."

Here she burst out in a torrent of tears--it was evident from real fear
of the sad results that might ensue, and not from any feeling of
jealousy. I threw myself into her arms, and as she had herself
acknowledged our intimacy, I had less difficulty in alluding to it. I
caressed and fondled her, and told her there was no fear of
discovery--less now than ever--as we would be all interested alike in
keeping our secret; she would cover my intimacy with my sisters, and
they would cover my intimacy with her. All at once she said--

"How long has this been going on?--tell me truly."

I had long prepared myself for such a question, and at once replied
that after the description of the libidinous scenes that had taken
place between her and them, and her exquisite account of their young
charms, I got so lecherous upon them that I had sought Mary out while
she was engaged with Lizzie, and Lizzie when Mary was with her; they
were both too much delighted to refuse me anything, and we had now
enjoyed each other about a dozen times. I had previously told my
sisters to support any story I might recount to Miss F. Lizzie had
stolen up after she found Miss Frankland had passed through my room,
and now both confirmed the tale told. We surrounded Miss Frankland,
caressing her in every way. My pego got terribly excited. Drawing up my
nightshirt, I said--

"Let this dear fellow make peace between us, and become equally dear to
all. I know, my loved mistress, that my sisters are longing to see him
exercised on your glorious person, and buried in your delicious hairy
cunt, so let me offer up sacrifice to its juicy charms. Lizzie has just
said you sought me for the purpose--see, the dear clitoris is raising
its head--let Mary lie