MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
diflerent from them; she could always easily put a fing- er up her cunt, and I believed her. She spent the second time I did it to her.
Talking excitedly about her virginity and her not having bled when first pierced, she remarked, “Susan told me that when she—” Then she stopped and turned the conversation, but my curiosity was whetted. I pressed her to tell more, she got confused, said it was her cousin Susan, would not go on to say what Susan had said, at last refused to say more. I did not forget it, and one night as I lay kissing her and fingering her clitoris, she told me under promise of the greatest secrecy, that her sister Susan bled when her young man first put it up her, and with this, that Susan had been seduced and had a child; so her father had sent her to service in London, and the better to get her taken care of, had arranged that her sister Sarah should al- ways take service in the same house with her; hence at my mothers. “And, oh 1” she concluded, “if Susan or father should ever know what I have done, I should die.” The family trusted her.
This accounted for the somewhat forward manner of Susan, for her exclamation when I got up against her belly on the night of the fair, “Gracious God, what am I about again!” Sarah believed Susan could have had no one else but her first sweetheart, and that was more than a year 'before. All this set me thinking, and more than once when twiddling Sarah’s cunt, I thought of Susan’s with the thicker and darker hair, and wondered in what other respects it difiered from that of her sister.
Now came trouble. Sarah said she was two months gone with child; she had kept it to herself hoping her
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