I said the reason was that we knew what they wanted to do to us. Van asked what I thought they wanted to do to us. I said, “You want to fuck us.” Van laughed, “Right you are, that is just what we want to do.” Then he got down on the ground and put his arm through the fence and his hand up between my legs. I stood still, only spreading my legs to let him feel. Pretty soon he asked me to go with him around back of the stable where no one could see us.

“I won't,” I said, “you want to fuck me and I ain't big enough.”

He said I was and urged strongly, but when the boys saw I would not they urged me to bring Julia over. I promised to tell her that they wanted to see her but would promise nothing more. It was some time after that, two or three months at least, that Julia told me the folks she and Lizzie were living with were going away and would leave them there alone. I at once got permission to stay with them and I managed to let Mr. Brown know the circumstances.

He and I got there soon after the folks left. Mr. Brown at once took Julia on his lap and, while having his hand under her skirts, questioned her about her condition and was greatly pleased to ascertain that she had escaped getting in the family way. We locked the doors and then went to the girls' bedroom where we all stripped. Lizzie and I didn't expect much attention from Mr. Brown, for we knew Julia would receive most of it.

He laid across the bed on his back, his charmer hard and stiff like a column of ivory with a red cap on it, attracting all our attention and admiration.

We all tried to handle it at once. Finding we could not well do that, Lizzie took hold of one of his hands and placed it on her nest. He got her in position so that he could better feel of her.

After he had felt a minute, she asked, “Is my cunt big enough yet?”

“Hardly big enough yet,” said he, “but 111 try it if you wish.”