ottom like that, or I shall scream."

"I feel I must bite you, Percy I can't make it be good, and there's
only one way to make your instrument lay down, but you must wait till I
come to bed, then I will see to it, as I did last night."

This little game, and the want of sufficient rest on the previous
night, made me very sleepy, and when she was gone I dropped off into a
beautiful slumber, and was only awakened by her kissing me. Opening my
eyes, there she stood by my bedside as naked as she was born, exposing
all the beauties of her figure to my enraptured gaze, but what
attracted me was not the sight of the ivory globes of her swelling
breast, but lower down, where the mount of Venus was shaded by a
profusion of curly reddish golden hair, just beneath which I knew was
concealed the warm cleft which had afforded me such infinite joy the
previous night.

"Oh, Gertie let me kiss you all over, what a love you look, just like
the picture of Eve in your big bible, only she has not got any hair
there. Do tell me has my Mamma got the same colored hair as you, and is
she like you all over?"

"Of course she has, Percy, why do you think so much of Mamma, when you
have me?" she said, with quite a jealous little tone.

"What you told me about her wanting me, my own mother has made me feel
so alloverish all day, your plaything has been sticking up so often,
and when Mamma kissed me, I wanted her so, and you noticed it. Now I
will strip too, and when you take it in that lovely place between your
thighs, let me fancy it is Mamma; and I shall love you, oh, so much."

"Very well, have your own way, you funny boy; so, I'm to be nobody, and
Mamma everything; never mind I shall have the pleasure," as she
playfully pulled my night shirt over my head, and not being unfastened
at the neck, she had me prisoner, my head and arms being confined as
she pulled me off the bed.

"Now, I've got you, my boy, you can't help yourself; I'm Mamma, am I?"
and in a trifle she was whipping me with something which cut and stung
me dreadfully, this I afterwards found was a long thin bunch of green
birch twigs she had slyly got ready for me.

I did not resist much, for every thing she did seemed only to tend to
the most delightful pleasure, but I wanted to look at and enjoy the
sight of her charms, which was exactly what she did not intend just at
the moment; she wanted to torture me and enjoy the idea of my pain and
humiliation, and not to let me see