When we arrived at the house, they would not hear of my leaving without entering. It was evident from the interior they were in easy circumstances and I ascertained they were the only occupants, except for the servants. Once inside, Mrs. Aintree, as I will call her, embraced me warmly, kissed me repeatedly, and exclaimed, 'How can I thank you, my dear Mr. Temple' (we had exchanged names on the way). 'You have saved us from being robbed and probably worse. We were too terrified by those hooligans to scream, for I feared if we did the brutes would knock us about, and very likely after they had plundered us we should have been thrown on our backs and ravished. Oh, to think of being mauled by those ruffians!' The good lady shuddered, but somehow I already had a faint suspicion it was not the idea of being fucked out of hand she objected to so much as the fucksters.

In the full light I could better appraise the charms of my new friends. It certainly did not conduce to a feeling of monastic calm on my part to have a full, voluptuous bust pressed warmly against me or to perceive, when my arm went involuntarily round her waist, one leg gripped between a pair of solid thighs, and behind them a big, soft bottom. Nor was it likely to lead to excessive self-control to notice a handsome, well-built girl standing by with moist eyes, coral lips and flushed face, evidently highly approving and enjoying her mother's abandon. I, of course, modestly disclaimed having done anything in particular, and airily asserted those sort of fellows were ready enough to tackle lonely women but not a resolute man.

'That's all very well, but you know as well as I do they often carry knives or other weapons, and they might have used them if you hadn't been so quick. My goodness, Ethel, did you hear the sound when Mr.

Temple-by the way what is your Christian name… Harry, is it?-struck that rascal. I shouldn't like to have got the blow. And I could have laughed but for my fright when you caught the other fellow with your toe as he turned to run away. I hope he'll be sore after it. How strong you are, Harry, for Harry you must be to us-we feel quite like old friends already-what muscular arms' (feeling them admiringly). 'And a nice looking boy, too, not much older than Ethel… yum… yum' (more kissing).