I bid him come towards me and give me his letter, at
the same time throwing down, carelessly, a book I had in my
hands. He colour'd, and came within reach of delivering me
the letter, which he held out, awkwardly enough, for me to
take, with his eyes riveted on my bosom, which was, through
the design'd disorder of my handkerchief, sufficiently bare,
and rather shaded than hid.
I, smiling in his face, took the letter, and immedi-
ately catching gently hold of his shirt sleeve, drew him
towards me, blushing, and almost trembling; for surely his
extreme bashfulness, and utter inexperience, call'd for, at
least, all the advances to encourage him: his body was now
conveniently inclin'd towards me, and just softly chucking
his smooth beardless chin, I asked him if he was afraid of
a lady? . . ., and, with that took, and carrying his hand
to my breasts, I prest it tenderly to them. They were now
finely furnish'd, and rais'd in flesh, so that, panting
with desire, they rose and fell, in quick heaves, under his
touch: at this, the boy's eyes began to lighten with all
the fires of inflam'd nature, and his cheeks flush'd with a
deep scarlet: tongue-tied with joy, rapture, and bashful-
ness, he could not speak, but then his looks, his emotion,
sufficiently satisfy'd me that my train had taken, and that
I had no disappointment to fear.
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