It is merely the various conventions of the country in which we happen to live, that set the rules of conduct for all to follow and obey.
Different countries differ greatly in what they are pleased to term morals or ethics, so that one country may taboo as utterly vicious, bad or disgusting, may be thought highly virtuous in another land.
Even in any one land, these strictures on our personal freedom change in the course of time, so that what was once looked upon as “horrid” may now be looked on as good and worthy, and visa-versa, so I ask you, dear reader, where is truth and justice to be found?
Were I to narrate every detail of my sex life, several volumes would be required. In all the biographies we read it is only the high lights, so to speak, that are especially picked our for special reasons. If the subject be a criminal, then all the bad traits are strongly in evidence, while the more sublime thoughts, feelings and acts are carefully suppressed in order to poison our minds against them.
But if the subject be a “good” man then all his trivial acts are enlarged upon to make him appear a demi-good. We can only know, and that only a very small part of anyone only by actual contact and personal acquaintance with them. Even then, we each appear somewhat different to our different associates, so that no two people know us exactly alike.
I shall therefore pass over many incidents of my life and come to the years that saw me about fifty years old. I have had numerous love affairs, so I shall open up with Ann-I was so sure I could safely broach to her what was in my mind, of a new longing that had possessed me for some years. She was a lady of about thirty two, refined, college educated, and fairly well-to-do. She had married early, and soon gave birth to a boy. Soon after this her husband died.