“I am not well, but cannot explain more.”
I had sprung out of bed, and clasped her in my arms, then passing a hand down to her beauteous and well-covered mons Veneris, I found that she was tied up there in cloth. I immediately remembered how my loved Mrs. Benson had been exactly in the same way. I then also remarked the peculiar odour of breath, but pretending ignorance, I begged to know what had happened to my darling little grotto.
“I cannot tell you more, my dear boy, but it will keep me away from you for four or five nights.”
“But why should that be the case; cannot you let me enter that delicious cave of delight only once?”
“No, no, impossible! my dear Charlie, absolutely impossible! It would do me very great harm, and you too. Let us be quiet in that way, and I shall be the sooner well again to come and embrace you as before.”
“Oh! but darling, how can I support five nights’ absence, I shall go mad with desire and burst—feel how he grows, and is longing for his loved companion.”
Her soft and gentle hand caressed it. I thought to succeed by a coup de main, but she was too quick for me.
“No, Charles, I am serious, and you must not try to force me, or I shall never come near you again.”
I saw she was in earnest, and flung myself on the bed in a pet.
“Come, my darling Charlie, be reasonable, and I will do my best to give you some satisfaction. Lay yourself on your back—so. I will kneel on the floor at right angles to you, because you must not attempt to touch me down there. That is a dear boy.”