Honore; the first letter from Harry Hargrove to his friend Charles in England
I promised, my dear fellow, in memory of our old school adventures, that I would tell you all the late singular events that have happened to me. She, hesitatingly and blushingly, but, I must confess, not without taking me by surprise, said:
‘Oh, my dear fellow, I will do whatever you like.’
So, when quite ready, I arranged it thus: I made her sit down on my large, deep, old leather armchair placed opposite the camera, and raise her dress as high as her stays or corset allowed. I have set free my own erection from my shirt and, while frigging myself with my right hand, I am holding the photograph with my left. Regards Aamir
The friend in Paris is Harry. She, only after breakfast, when the girls were recommended to take open air exercise, and allowed some little liberty of action.
