My fingers were encouraged by the lady’s hand until two of them made an entrance and were completely enclosed in the hot, moist tissue. My love was already given to Vimalesh, a handsome young gentleman. Her features were of the perfect antique mould and were lighted with fine grey eyes. It culminated at last in a thrill so exquisite that my frame seemed to melt. Could it be that he wanted to pierce my loins so soon again, as he had done in the orange garden? Stripped to my chemise, and even that unbuttoned by the eager hand of my lover, I darted from his arms and concealed my confusion beneath the bedcover. I wanted to learn of Vimalesh if the child, which I supposed to be in my womb, would be born so soon as to betray our secret to my husband.
