After breakfast, Charles (the dear familiar name I must
take the liberty henceforward to distinguish my Adonis by),
with a smile full of meaning, took me gently by the hand, and
said: "Come, my dear, I will show you a room that commands a
fine prospect over some gardens"; and without waiting for an
answer, in which he relieved me extremely, he led me up into
a chamber, airy and light-some, where all seeing of prospects
was out of the question, except that of a bed, which had all
the air of having recommended the room to him.
Charles had just slipp'd the bolt of the door, and run-
ning, caught me in his arms, and lifting me from the ground,
with his lips glew'd to mine, bore me, trembling, panting,
dying, with soft fears and tender wishes, to the bed; where
his impatience would not suffer him to undress me, more than
just unpinning my handkerchief and gown, and unlacing my
stays.
My bosom was now bare, and rising in the warmest throbs,
presented to his sight and feeling the firm hard swell of a
pair of young breasts, such as may be imagin'd of a girl not
sixteen, fresh out of the country, and never before handled;
but even their pride, whiteness, fashion, pleasing resistance
to the touch, could not bribe his restless hands from roving;
but giving them the loose, my petticoats and shift were soon
taken up, and their stronger center of attraction laid open
to their tender invasion.
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