Anonymous - Julie

I ventured to ask him how and when he had possessed her, after leaving you. He had the grace to flush and said that, as to that, on disembarking here all four had put up at an inn. By then the two girls had become more coy, and uncertain in their attitudes. The girls were to sleep together, and the men apart. Finally, and in order to break the ice, I suppose, Horace gruffly announced in the dining room that he would escort Sylvia to her room. The pair not re-appearing, Dick then took Alison up and entertained in the other bedroom both her bottom and her cunny. So there, my dear, we have perhaps the reason for Sylvia's grumpiness and how she got herself tied up in a knot. Who knows! In any event all has proved well. I am sure that Sylvia has a lingering “spite” to Alison about it and, cogitating on this, thought it a fine time to bring them back together again. This I have done, my sweet, but will apprise you of it in my next. Do tell, do tell, about Jeannette!

Love, love and kisses Caroline

Editor's Note:

It is merely fortuitous, of course, that the following epistle from St. Germaine-en-Laye should fall beneath the quite artificial number of thirteen herein. Many consider the number unlucky-perhaps merely because it is uncomfortably just one over the dozen!- but neither Julie nor her “pupils” counted the following events so, I am sure. All turned a fresh page, in fact, just as we are here doing .

My Dearest Caroline,

Pedestrian your account was most certainly not, and I see that you have caught the trick of leaving me in midair, too! Has there been another voluptuous orgy at which I, alas, was not present? Ah well, I shall know soon.

For the nonce I nave some most amusing news and shall not try your patience by coming too slow upon it. I was talking of Jeannette, and so will take my story up again. Was not her Papa well acquainted with Monsieur Pierre Remier, the Minister for Education, I asked? She looked a little bemused at that, but answered yes, and that her Mama and Papa had frequently dined with M. Remier and his wife. Well, my dear Caroline, such were my ideas in that moment that I could not resist conveying a great part of them to Jeannette, who is not so dim that she herself did not recognise certain “dangers” in the unwonted intrusion into my domain of quite unwanted and soi-disant Inspectors.

“How to prevent them?” she asked and bit her lip in expectancy of some ingenious reply on my part. “A word with the Minister?” I suggested, which caused her to laugh and exclaim “Oh!” in pleased surprise. I admit to some daring on my part in venturing to draw her into my plans, but there are times, are there not-and as we all experience-when one must take small risks on this score. I could not in all conscience have gone behind her back and sought the indulgence in the matter of her Papa, who, in any case, I little knew save for one visit here on his part when I first received Jeannette. “Do you… do you wish me to…?” came from Jeannette and then she fell quiet. I merely nodded, but then said, “What a capital idea it would be! After all, we would then have official recognition and-er-patronage. If, that is, things are handled in the right way.”

How tentative I sounded-but how delicate was the position with her, for Jeannette having all her perceptions present immediately divined much of what I had in mind-to wit that a certain seduction should take place. Adventure bubbled in her, as I hoped it would. “I shall write to Papa and say that you would like to meet the Minister?” she asked. I chewed on that, I do confess I did, and after due deliberation answered, “No, my dear. Better to ask your Papa to visit here, for he may otherwise think it but a quaint idea of yours. I will prepare a pleasant lunch, discourse with him, and then we shall see what may transpire.” “Oh! But I need not be here? At least, not at the lunch?” Jeannette exclaimed. I well understood her confusion over that and agreed. “It will come better from me if we are alone,” I said, which pleased her much for then she would not be directly involved. Well-so it was. Georges Dinet- Jeanette's father-appeared very pleased to present himself upon receipt of my letter and was no doubt more than merely curious to “see inside” again! Of course, I prepared all well and had a little table laid for us in my drawing room. So much cosier, I thought! On a whim, I had Dorothy to serve us, explaining to him in part her position but also adding with a touch of fine finesse, I thought, that she was but a novice. His eyes took in many sneaking glimpses of her, you may guess! I had her most prettily attired in a simple brown wool dress that quite clung to her petite curves and, perhaps, betrayed the fact that she was wearing little enough beneath. Very pleased to be flattered by his attentions, Dorothy returned his every glance, although with shyness. “A novice?” he could not help but echo while partaking of some chicken-very cordon bleu! “A matter of age, Monsieur,” I began, at which he invited me to call him by his Christian name, the which I did. Teasingly, I did not bother to finish my sentence, for it is always best to let them ask, for by this means one is not seen to solicit questions nor to betray anything that is not requested. “Ah, yes, of age,” said he and waited for me to speak, but I did not, being seemingly engaged in enjoying my Piesporter, which, being a German wine, indicated perhaps a lack of patriotism on my part, but it is so very nice! My silence spurred him on. “Some-er-subjects she does not take?” he asked. I appeared hesitant to reply, but finally did so. “There are occasionally certain disciplines I am bound to apply here, Georges.” (Well enough did he know this, of course, since his own daughter was incumbent, but tactfully pretended to forget.) “Dorothy has not yet been birched nor strapped,” I went on, “but she has sufficient liveliness about her that she may not need too much, nor more than does Jeannette now- nor half a dozen of my girls,” I added quickly. “She does not?” he asked, and left it quite open to me to guess who he was talking about!

I then apprised him of the visits of the two inspectors, and more plainly said how such might create certain difficulties. “In respect, that is, of many confidences I hold,” said I, and was much pleased with the phrase, which was at once as open and yet as subtle as his own question had been. “Ah no-exactly,” he replied and appeared to give the matter as much attention as he was giving to our little feast. A dire thought then appeared to strike him for he asked with as much casualness as he could muster whether the inspectors had asked the names of girls. “But one-Dorothy,” I assured him and then, to add a little spice to the moment, apprised him of how she had addressed me and of the Inspector's subsequent confusion. This caused him to laugh quite in relief! “Have no fear. I believe the Minister will be at once flattered and amused to be asked to make a visit in person-and, besides, I have a certain sway with him. He is much taken with my wife. We are all good friends, you see,” he told me. I could have clapped! Dorothy then returning-for she quite loved this particular chore-I made an excuse to absent myself for a short while and gave her a little wink. Minx that she is, or soon will become, I found them chatting happily on my return, and Georges' cheeks a very pleasant pink. I have no doubt that she had said a few things to him that had quite intrigued him. Jeannette had greeted him briefly on his arrival but had since disappeared, which was as well.

Telling Dorothy that she might go and join the others, I of deliberation changed my mood a little-knowing men! Seating myself on the sofa, I indulged in a Turkish cigarette and indicated, by such subtle movements as I knew he wished to see, that he might join me.