“I will indeed, I promise you.”

“How good you are.” And Violette threw her arms round my neck, and so doing laid bare the treasures of her bosom.

This time, I confess, I lost my head; my hand glided down her body and rested upon a spot covered with hair as soft and as fine as silk.

When Violette felt my hand her whole body seemed to vibrate; her head fell back, her mouth was half opened, while her eyes were nearly closed. And yet, I had hardly touched her.

I was mad with passion and carrying her to the bed, I knelt before her and placed my mouth where my hand had been. I experienced then the supreme pleasure of one's lips in contact with virginity.

From this moment, Violette uttered inarticulate words, till a spasm of pleasure thrilled through her whole body.

I got up and gazed on her while she was recovering. She opened her eyes, tried to sit up, and murmured:

“Oh, how delicious it was! Can we begin again?”

Suddenly she got up and looking intently at me, she asked:

“Is it not very wicked?”

I sat near her on the bed.

“Has anybody ever spoken to you seriously?”

“Yes, sometimes father did, when I was a child, to scold me.”

“I don't mean that. I mean to ask you whether you could understand anyone who should talk to you seriously?”

“Not perhaps if it were a stranger. But I believe I can understand anything you say to me.”

“Well then, listen.”

She clasped her arms round my neck, fixed her eyes on mine and with an attentive air, said: “Now speak, I listen.”

“Woman, when created, certainly received the same rights as a man, that is, the right of obeying one's natural instincts.