I was very spoony on George, and had some hopes he would marry me, but you have been luckier than we rest of us, my dear, and got your grummet from him without risk. He used to kiss me and mess me about pretty well as he liked, and I must say I didn't object. Well, at last it came about that we made up a camping party during we summer.

There were six of us girls, all rather good-looking and jolly titters-trust Master George and his friends for picking out tasty pieces-and four fellows, all of a kidney, but none of them such desperadoes as George.

It was a put-up job, though we didn't know it, and their intention was to let no one of us return with our maidenheads. We were all friendly together, some stuck on one or other of we boys, and several of us in particular on George. Of course there were ample opportunities for mugging and hugging, and that didn't make our youthful blood flow the more serenely. I suppose George thought the time had come to attempt my virtue, for one day, I don't exactly know how he managed it, it came to pass the rest had gone off, and only he and I were left in camp. He suggested a bathe in the river, and I innocently retired to our tent and undressed. I was reduced to my chemise, when in, if you please, the ruffian stalked with only his bathing singlet on, and little enough there was, even of that. He might just as well have been completely naked, for his prick and knackers showed up in sharp relief. All the scamps affected this style in order to excite our feelings, and though we scarcely liked it we hadn't had the courage to object to their indecency. I gave a slight shriek and told him to go away. Not a bit. He laughed and said, 'Why so bashful, Lucy? A little cuddling won't hurt you.' He caught hold of me, kissed me lecherously, causing a thrill to run down my spine and depriving me almost of the power of moving, put one hand in my bosom and the other on my bottom, and felt me all over.