A week later I paid a belated visit to Josephine. She received me with open arms, overjoyed at my return. Indeed so affectionate was her greeting that I felt a twinge of conscience for my dereliction and unfaithfulness.

There were few visitors in the reception parlor, and as it seemed probable that we would have the evening free from interruption we lost half an hour or more acquainting each other with what had happened in the interval of our separation.

Needless to say, I omitted to tell her about Rose, and simply delayed my return to the city an extra two weeks to account for not having seen her earlier.

The story of my adventure in the country, which I confided to her quite frankly, convulsed her with laughter.

"What did you let her get away for?" she said, "when you start any thing like that you.ojight to finish it. If you had held her, and given her one good fucking she'd have kept quiet about it and been after you for some more pretty soon! Had her in a hay loft, and your fingers in her pussy, and then let her get away from you. I'm surprised!"

"I didn't exactly let her," I said and rather sheepishly explained how I had been defrauded by the slippery little country maid.

"Well, I won't try to get away, darling, but first, you know what I want! I haven't had a good frigging since you went away!"

She laid her head against my cheek, separated her legs, and I put my hand over her cleft. A few preliminary caresses, and my finger tips began to play with the little protuberance which was so responsive to their touch. She shivered with pleasure and murmured:

"Darn it, Gilbert, you could win a girl with just your finger even if you didn't have anything else. You've got just the right touch, and

not one man in dozens ever learns it."