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Teen Katie's Diary (Entries)
2004 by DireWolf


PART 1: Katie's Entries
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JUNE 12, 2001

I started a diary today to keep track of my new modeling
experiences. My website is getting popular and all the guys
think I'm gorgeous. It's kind of weird to have so many guys
I've never met like me so much.

JUNE 24, 2001

I'm not off to a good start updating my diary but here's my first
real entry. I got a strange email from a fan of mine today. He
was really weird, talking dirty and stuff. I was going to just
delete the email but I kept on reading it. He talked about all
kinds of nasty things he wanted to do to me. It was pretty
creepy. He wanted to meet me in real life too but I would
never do that.

JUNE 26, 2001

I went shopping today and got some new outfits to model for
my website. The guys are going to love them on me. That fan
emails me twice a day but I have not answered him yet. He
keeps talking dirty and saying he's going to meet me, and it's
starting to creep me out a lot.

JUNE 28, 2001

That guy won't leave me alone. Today he sent me web links to
some dirty sites saying that he wanted to do these things to me.
I went to the sites and they were pretty crazy. This one site
showed a chick with a whole bunch of guys and another site
showed a chick with a dildo the size of her arm. The internet is
a sick place!

JUNE 30, 2001

I had enough of that guy's emails so I had his email address
blocked. He was really getting weird, talking about barnyard
fun and stuff. I wonder if that's what he does in his spare time
haha!

JULY 7, 2001

Went shopping again and got some really sexy outfits. The
guys are gonna go crazy, I can't wait to see what they say! If I
were a little older, I would go topless and really drive the guys
wild!

JULY 21, 2001

A while since I updated this thing. Not much has happened. I
partied with some friends last week and flirted with the guys.
It's so easy to drive them wild, all I have to do is smile at them
and they follow me around the rest of the night.

JULY 27, 2001

A couple of new outfits for my website again, and another
party to mention. This time at the party, I met a really cute guy
and took him upstairs. We made out for a while and then he
showed me his thing. I was grossed out at first but it started to
get hard and REALLY BIG! I played with it for a while and
he wanted me to suck it but I wouldn't, I just teased him and
left the room before he came hahaha! I didn't know his thing
was so big! I will remember him for later.

AUGUST 6, 2001

I had two of my girlfriends over for the weekend and we
played around on the internet for a while. I haven't really told
anyone that I have my own website until now. When I showed
them, they went crazy. They were full of questions, asking me
if perverts were trying to find me and stuff. Other than the one
guy, nobody else has tried yet. We ended up going to some
dirty websites before going to bed and I woke up in a cold
sweat after a really hot dream. I don't remember it though, just
that it was HOT!

AUGUST 14, 2001

My girlfriends came over again and gave me all kinds of ideas
for poses on my website. I'm glad I told them. Now they want
to come over all the time and all they do is talk about sex.
Both of them have done it before, but I'm still waiting for the
right time, and I'm learning a lot from them, and the dirty
websites they always go to.

AUGUST 30, 2001

Boring two weeks to report on. It's getting close to school time
again and I can't wait to get back into it. I love meeting people
and talking to different guys. I will be in the 10th Grade and
all the boys will be just starting to become men.

SEPTEMBER 10, 2001

Back in school. I've met lots of new people, mostly guys
though because they are always hanging around me. Some of
the girls hate me already because I always have a crowd of
guys around me at my locker and at lunch. There's a party next
week that I'm going to with this new guy I met. We'll see how
it goes!

SEPTEMBER 15, 2001

The party was great except for the guy I went with. He wanted
to do it in the bedroom and got pretty pushy about it. He
ripped my new shirt right off and if someone didn't burst in the
door, he would have raped me. It's hard to rape the willing
though. I wasn't going to stop him! He was cute hehe.

SEPTEMBER 30, 2001

My friends came over again, this time we had two new girls
join us, Sherry and Kathy. I think they were lesbians because
they kept looking at lesbian porn on the internet and laughing
and saying we should try it. We had a few drinks because my
parents were out and things started getting rowdy. Those two
girls found some nasty websites like the ones that guy emailed
to me. We all pretended it was funny but I could tell those two
girls really liked it. I started getting a little wet while I
watched them and had the most erotic dream I ever had that
night.

OCTOBER 3, 2001

My two new friends came over by themselves. It was the last
day that my parents were out of town so we thought we'd get a
few more drinks in before they came back. I don't know if it
was a good idea to let them stay without my best friend over
because BOTH of them kept hitting on me and trying to get me
to strip for them. I had so much to drink that I almost did it!

OCTOBER 7, 2001

I went over to Sherry's house with Kathy yesterday. Those two
are wild girls for sure. Sherry was talking about all the dirty
stuff she has done like swallow cum and then she pulled out
this dildo that she uses all the time. It was bigger than that
guy's dick I saw a while back and had veins and everything.
She said it felt awesome and that I could borrow it any time.
Later we got looking at dirty websites again. These things are
corrupting my mind! After I go to bed I can't stop thinking
about all the nasty stuff I saw.

OCTOBER 15, 2001

I was at Sherry's for a while today, but didn't spend the night.
It was just her and I and she practically forced her big dildo
down my throat. I didn't want to tell her that I was a virgin and
didn't want to lose my cherry to a dildo so I took the stupid
thing anyway. I can't keep my eyes off it now. It's sitting on
the desk standing on it's end beside me. It's HUGE! It has to
be as long as my forearm and just as thick.

OCTOBER 16, 2001

I couldn't stand just looking at the dildo so I used it a little bit
today. I feel so dirty now and I didn't even take it all the way.
I just rubbed the head in me a little and got really wet really
fast. I can't wait to lose my cherry to a guy so I can really start
enjoying sex.

OCTOBER 18, 2001

Sherry wanted her dildo back so I gave it to her and said it was
awesome. She asked if it was difficult to get inside and I told
her no, but now that I think about it, I should have said yes
since it's so big. She was surprised that I said it was easy.

NOVEMBER 1, 2001

Halloween was fun! I dressed up as wonder woman and went
trick or treating for a few blocks. All the old perverted men
gave me a ton of candy so I didn't have to go far haha! Later I
went to a costume party. The guys went crazy over my outfit.
I am thinking about doing a wonder woman set for my website,
that would drive those perverts nuts!

NOVEMBER 12, 2001

I met another new guy at school today. I thought he was nice
until he told me he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I slapped him
for it but I couldn't stop laughing. I could see he had a hardon
under his pants and he kept looking at my cleavage and my ass.
Guys are so obvious.

DECEMBER 27, 2001

Exam time at school kept me away from doing a lot of fun
stuff the last while and then there was Christmas. I had a great
Christmas, got a ton of new clothes that I'm sure my internet
pals will just love wink wink. My stupid friend Sherry got
me a dildo just like hers and I had to hide it in the closet so my
mom wouldn't find it. She'd kill me if she did. Now I just
have to lose this cherry and I can try it out!

JANUARY 2, 2002

New Years was awesome, I went to a new years party and met
that new guy again. He took me upstairs and I let him strip me
totally naked, but I wouldn't let him touch me. I just kept
teasing him and his dick was so hard. It wasn't as big as the
other guy's though. I told him that I would let him do it
sometime but not tonight and he got pissed off at me, called me
a cock tease and pushed me to the bed on my stomach. He put
his dick in my ass and it really hurt at first but I relaxed and let
him take me. I didn't know it could feel so great, I came hard
three times before he came inside me. I'm glad no one burst in
this time.

JANUARY 4, 2002

I told my friends about what happened at the new years party.
They almost sounded envious of my first assfuck ever. If my
ass felt that good, I can't wait until I can get something into my
other hole!

JANUARY 6, 2002

I tried the dildo Sherry got for me in my ass but it was too big
to fit. I think I need some help with it! I don't know if I should
get Sherry to help or a guy because I know Sherry would love
to, I can tell that she likes me and gets wet for me when I'm
changing in front of her. I think she is pretty cute too, but she
is so much taller than me I think she intimidates me.

JANUARY 12, 2002

I started getting dirty emails from that old guy again. He
changed his Email address and sent me like 10 emails in one
day. He's totally obsessed with me! Stupid me though I keep
reading all the stuff he sends. It's really dirty and I feel like I
need a shower after.

JANUARY 17, 2002

Another party another male pervert. Every time I go to a party,
some guy wants to do it with me. I like to tease them though
so I turn them down. This guy didn't force himself on me
though. I wouldn't have stopped him if he did haha! I think I
might let him have my cherry soon. He's cute, and was a
gentleman about it when I turned him down. I made him show
me his dick though, and it was a perfect size! He said it was 8
inches long but I think he was exaggerating because that other
guy was bigger and so is my dildo!

FEBRUARY 4, 2002

Not much as happened lately except those dirty emails and lots
of homework. My 17th birthday is coming up soon and I can
hardly wait. I'll be able to drive and go anywhere I want
because my parents are FINALLY going to get me a car! I
also think it's about time I got rid of this cherry. It's so
debilitating and all my friends lost theirs when they were 15.
Matt is going to be the lucky guy I think.

FEBRUARY 10, 2002

Mister Pervert on the internet sent me some new websites to
look at. This one girl was getting it hard from a guy. He had
his whole hand inside her and was really going at it. They call
it fisting and every time I see it I get wet, I don't know why but
I think it's awesome. I think I'm way too small to ever take one
though, and I still have my cherry.

February 18, 2002

Sherry came over again while my parents were out at a party. I
showed her the fisting pictures and she got so horny I thought
she was going to attack me and do it right there. I almost wish
she did because I was pretty wet just from watching her and
looking at those pictures. My birthday is in ONE WEEK! I
can't wait. I get wet and really bothered when I think of Matt
inside me. I have to masturbate every night, two or three times
just so I can fall asleep!

FEBRUARY 19, 2002

Can't wait!

FEBRUARY 20, 2002

Shit I can't wait!

FEBRUARY 21, 2002

I got so damn horny thinking about Matt that I took my dildo
and got it all the way in my ass. I had to use some lubricant
that Sherry gave to me but I got it in! I only had a few inches
in and I started cumming so hard that I screamed and woke up
my parents. They thought something was wrong and they burst
into my bedroom. I heard them coming though and pulled the
blankets up over me. I still had the dildo hanging out and told
them that I had a bad dream. I had four more orgasms from it
that night, and didn't get much sleep!

FEBRUARY 22, 2002

Fuck I can't wait for Matt to take me! I will make do with my
dildo for now. I measured it today, it's over 10 inches long! I
didn't think it was so big! I can only take about half of it in my
ass though.

FEBRUARY 23, 2002

My Parents got me high speed internet for my birthday. It was
hooked up early so they decided to let me at it before my
birthday. It's great! I spent all night surfing the dirty websites
and talking to my fans. Those guys are so hot for me it's
funny. Sometimes I feel sorry for them and feel like I should
invite a few of them over!

FEBRUARY 24, 2002

My Birthday is tomorrow and I'm going to give Matt a present
I know he'll love hehe! This new internet is so fast, I can
download whole movie clips of dirty stuff. Mister pervert sent
me some more sites that I went to. This time there was a
gangbang video on one of them. It took a really long time to
download even with my new internet connection but it looked
great. There was a really cute, tiny blonde girl and she took on
15 guys. She even took two dicks in one hole. I used my dildo
while I watched the video from my bed and lost count of how
many times I came.

FEBRUARY 26, 2002

My Birthday has passed and it was so awesome. Matt was
great, he was gentle with me and took my cherry and it only
hurt a little. After that he went crazy. He fucked me harder
than anything and after he came, he was still hard and kept on
going. I didn't think I would be able to, but I took all of his 8
inches. It felt so good to be filled up. I wish I had given up
my cherry when I was 14 or 15. I feel like I've lost years of
good fucking now!

MARCH 3, 2002

Matt and I are doing it every single day now. He can't get
enough of me and I can't get enough of his dick. Sometimes he
gets pretty rough but that just makes me even hornier.

MARCH 5, 2002

I didn't want to use my dildo while Matt and I were fucking
because I thought it would stretch me out too much for him,
but I stare at that thing every night and can't stop thinking
about it so last night I took it. Gawd it was great. It took a lot
of lube and time to get it all the way in, but I eventually got the
whole 10 inches inside me. I think it might have even gone
through my cervix because there was this weird feeling. It was
so big that it hurt a little when I came. My muscles tried to
squeeze it but it was too hard.

MARCH 15, 2002

Matt and I are still going strong. I like him a lot and he really
knows how to get me off. He had three fingers in me today
and rubbed my clit with his thumb and nibbled it. I went crazy
and squirted his face. I thought I had peed on him but he said
it was my cum.

MARCH 21, 2002

I went to Sherry's last night and she showed me this story that
she wrote on her computer. It was a dirty story about herself
with another girl. I got so hot reading it, and it was really hard
to hide from Sherry. I'm sure that she noticed I had soaked
right through my jeans. If she ever wants me, I'll let her have
me in a second. She can be so damn sexy.

MARCH 28, 2002
Sherry took me. We had so much fun at her place I didn't ever
want to leave. We started out reading another one of her
stories and then she told me that the other girl in her stories
was actually me. I almost came when she told me that and
couldn't do anything but kiss her on the lips. After that we
went nuts. She tasted so good and she just devoured me. I
came so hard I squirted again. It doesn't happen very often and
I always get embarrassed but Sherry loved it.

MARCH 29, 2002

I can't remember the last time I talked about my website in
here. It's still going great, I have so many fans that are
probably jerking off looking at my pictures even though I'm
not even of age yet and I'm not even naked. One guy told me
that he masturbates to my pictures at least five times a day! I
wish more guys could do that!

APRIL 7, 2002

I took Sherry's idea and wrote my own story tonight. I just
finished it. It's a little short but it took me a long time to write
because every time something happened in my story I had to
masturbate and cum. My story has Matt and the first guy I
ever saw. His dick must have been 9 or maybe 10 inches long
now that I think about it. Anyway, they both took me in my
ass and pussy at the same time beside a fireplace. It was such a
turn on to write an erotic story like that.

APRIL 9, 2002

Sherry got me another dildo to play with. I don't know where
she gets these things. This one was smaller than the other, but
it vibrates! It's just a little smaller than Matt's dick but still
feels awesome. Last night I read my story over again with
both of my dildos inside me and the vibration made me cum so
hard that my keys are sticking on my keyboard now hehe.

APRIL 15, 2002

Sherry and I are still going at it almost every day and Matt and
I are still doing it every day. I get so much sex now that when
I do my photo shoots I start to get horny and want to strip for
the camera and show all my fans what I can do but I know I'm
too young to do that.

APRIL 20, 2002

Mister pervert sent me some new websites today. I haven't
seen anything this nasty before. The site was filled with
pictures and videos of girls with dogs and horses. One video I
downloaded was of a girl being mounted by a horse. She was
strapped into something that looked like a fake horse and he
fucked her really hard. He didn't last long though and there
was soooo much cum I thought it would never stop coming out
of her. Nasty stuff for sure!

MAY 1, 2002

Sherry showed me a new website that has dirty stories on it so
I have been reading them all day long. I pretended to be sick
and didn't go to school so I had the whole day. I lost count of
how many stories I read but some of them were really good
and some were really nasty. One of them was about a young
16 year old girl on a farm helping her step-father and at the end
of the story, she gives a horse a blowjob. I was disgusted and
stopped reading it. Some of the other stories had gang rapes
and one of them had some fisting. The fisting story is so hot; I
came the most while reading it, I think.

MAY 7, 2002

I've been thinking about that story with the teenage girl and the
horse all week. I can't get the visuals out of my head. I don't
think I like the idea of being with a horse but the thoughts still
won't go away.

MAY 18, 2002

This entry is going to be crazy! I went to a party with Matt and
we ended up in the bedroom like usual. Matt was just finishing
up and asked me if I wanted to swallow it this time. I haven't
done it yet but thought I would try. Right then my old pal
popped into the bedroom. He's the guy with the really big dick,
the first one I saw. Right then, Matt covered my whole face
with his cum. Joey was speechless and his huge dick got hard
really fast and made a tent in his pants. Matt didn't notice right
away and I just stared at him. I couldn't help but smile. Joey
left the party. Last I heard he was running down the sidewalk
as fast as he could. I hope he doesn't tell anyone.

MAY 19, 2002

Joey called me at my house after school to talk about what he
saw. He said that it really got him turned on and he had to run
home before he made a mess in his pants. I told him not to
waste it and he asked if he could come over. I would have let
him but my parents were at home.

MAY 20, 2002

I saw Joey outside the window of my science class today so I
asked to go to the washroom to see what he wanted. He
wanted me of course, in the bathroom right then and there but I
told him he would have to wait. I didn't want to get caught.
He was really frustrated.

MAY 22, 2002

Joey is following me around like a lost puppy now. I can't
shake him, so today I gave him a little something to hold him
off. During science class again I went to the bathroom and
took him to stall and gave him a blowjob. His hands were all
over me and he almost tore my shirt. It was the first time I
really swallowed cum because the last time Matt got most of it
on my face. It tasted really salty but I liked it. I agreed to let
him have another tomorrow at the same time.

MAY 23, 2002

I'm in so much trouble. Today in science class right after I
went to the bathroom with Joey, our science teacher made us
partner up with someone in the class. We were studying
bacteria and microbes and examining spitballs to show us how
much crap is in our mouths. My partner was Matt's best friend
Michael and I didn't even think when I spit onto the piece of
glass and put it under the microscope. Mike looked in first and
then his eyes went wide and he stared at me with a huge grin
on his face. I didn't know what he was smiling about until I
looked into the microscope and saw sperm swimming around.
He had a bulge in his pants the rest of the class and didn't say a
word. I hope he doesn't talk to Matt about it.

MAY 24, 2002

He talked to Matt about it. Mike assumed it was Matt's cum he
was looking at but when they got talking, Matt told him that it
was the first day he and I didn't do it, and it must have been
some other guy. Matt was pissed at me and started arguing
after school. He wanted to know who it was but I wouldn't tell
him.

MAY 25, 2002

Matt apologized to me today and said that what I did was OK
by him. Then he asked that next time it happens, I tell him
right after and he wants to know the details. I agreed but I
don't think it will happen again, I think he'll get pissed and just
wants to know if I did it again. Sherry got a real kick out of
the story. She called me stupid for spitting on the glass plate
right after a blowjob.

MAY 29, 2002

Joey still won't go away even when I told him that I couldn't
pleasure him anymore. I think Matt is starting to figure out
who the guy was because he's hanging around me. There's
always a crowd of guys around me, but he's the newest one and
always the last to leave when Matt comes around.

JUNE 10, 2002

My website is doing great! I think I have a few thousand fans.
I went shopping today and picked up a whole bunch of outfits
to wear. I wish I could show my fans everything. I'd like to
show them my big fat dildo. They'd love it!

JUNE 26, 2002

No updates in a while, been busy with my exams in school. I
think I passed everything except science class. That teacher
just doesn't like me and I'm supposed to go see him about my
grade after school on Friday.

JUNE 28, 2002

Well it turns out I passed my science class. That asshole
teacher blackmailed me. He said my real grade was a C but
gave me an F because I didn't bring him with me to the
bathroom. I didn't get what he meant at first but I guess he
followed me to the bathroom and found out I was giving Joey
blowjobs. He said if I didn't show him what I was doing in the
bathroom, that he'd fail me. I planned to take other courses
next year so I didn't want to fail. I gave him a quick blowjob.
He lasted all of about 2 minutes and told me about how much
he loved my website and that he was one of my biggest fans.


JULY 10, 2002

What a week! I had the senior prom to go to and a few end of
the year house parties, and then the Fourth of July party for my
American fans. Matt, Sherry and I did it so many times! I can
hardly walk haha!

JULY 20, 2002

Summer is off to a good start. Joey somehow finds me
wherever I go but I'm getting used to him being around. Matt
doesn't seem to mind him either. I wrote two more stories this
week about myself. In one story, I fuck Matt, Joey, Mike, and
Mr. Evans my science teacher all at once. It's so hot! The
other story is more romantic, I'm out with just some new guy
horseback riding and we stop and make out in a green meadow.
At the end even the horses enjoyed the show because their
dicks were hard hehe!

JULY 29, 2002

Man what a weekend I just had. I don't remember much of it.
All of my friends and some people I didn't even know went
camping. There was so much beer everywhere and everyone
got really, really drunk. The first night I was there, I got drunk
and passed out cold and when I woke up, I had cum between
my legs. I don't know who it was but it looked like he jerked
off or just rubbed me through my clothes until he came. I
didn't tell anyone and made sure I didn't get so drunk the next
night.

AUGUST 2, 2002

I'm so embarrassed. My friends have been making fun of me
all day long. The camping trip sucked now. The cum that was
between my legs wasn't from a guy, it was Mike's Great Dane.
The dog humped me while I was passed out and my stupid
friends took pictures of it. I think only Mike, Joey and Matt
have the pictures and I really hope they don't spread them
around.

AUGUST 3, 2002

I got my own copies of the pictures. That dog was huge, he was
bigger than me and his dick was red and really weird. It
dripped before he came and when he did cum there was this
huge bulge at the end of it that must have been the size of a
grapefruit. I think his dick was longer than Joey's too! I don't
know if a dick shaped like that would feel weird or good.

AUGUST 12, 2002

One of my website fans sent me a picture he made today. It
was a fake one but I can't stop looking at it. He took my body
and face from one of my photo shoots and edited away my
cloths. My nipples don't look right but that's just because he
used some other chick's boobs. The picture has me about to
take a big dick from behind and looks very real.

AUGUST 14, 2002

The artist sent me another picture today, this one made me
delete him from my website. He edited on of my pictures and
made two more, one had me under a horse with the horse dick
above me, all the way up to my neck and the other picture was
edited with the dick inside me and bulging out of my stomach.
It looked very real but it was so nasty I deleted him for it. I
keep looking at the pictures for some reason though.

AUGUST 24, 2002

I wrote another story today. I was feeling really dirty so I went
all out with it. The story has me in this biker bar with a whole
bunch of really big bikers. I'm wearing a tight and very short
skirt and all of them keep looking at me. When I try to leave,
they stop me and then rape me. It doesn't get too violent
though because I'm not actually resisting much. In the end, all
20 bikers do me twice over and I'm a mess. I'm not sure I'd
like this to actually happen because they would probably hurt
me badly.

AUGUST 30, 2002

Sherry made me fist her today. It was soo hot I wanted her to
do it to me too but I didn't want to be all stretched out of shape
for Matt. Sherry was cumming like non-stop and I could feel
her muscles squeezing my hand! It was the hottest thing I've
ever done!

SEPTEMBER 17, 2002

School is back in! I'm meeting lots of new guys but some of
them are young ones from the 9th grade. They're so easily
intimidated by me, I just laugh at them. I have more fans than
ever on my website. I'm getting so many emails a day that I
barely have time to read them all, AND make out with Sherry
and Matt. Somewhere in there I found time to write another
story. In this one, I'm out horseback riding with Brad Pitt and
he takes me in the meadow while the stallions watch. I get
pretty nasty though and I make Brad Fist me! He's such a
hunk!


SEPTEMBER 30, 2002

Busy, busy, busy. I love only one thing about school, Guys. I
hate the homework and the teachers but I love the guys!
There's so many to choose from. If I wasn't with Matt I might
have a new guy every day! And it would be easy because they
are just falling all over me every day. I could tell them all to
piss off and there would be a whole new batch the next day
hehe!

OCTOBER 15, 2002

I went to this party that was pretty far out of town. We heard
that it was a college party and there would be lots of older
good-looking guys there. Sherry and I went and when we got
there, we found out it was for guys only! We smiled sweetly
and they melted and let us both in hehehe! The guys were all
crowded around both of us for most of the night and they kept
asking if we'd put on a show for them. At first we wouldn't do
it but after a few beers, we said what the hell and started french
kissing in front of them. They all cheered but we drew the line
when they told us to strip for them. Sherry and I couldn't drive
home because we were too drunk but the owners of the house
let us crash there. There were four guys in the house and all of
them invited us to their rooms. Sherry went up and made out
with two of them but I wasn't feeling good.

OCTOBER 18, 2002

One of the college guys called me up and invited me to another
party. I called Sherry and she was excited to go again. She
said those two guys fucked her so hard she got rug burn but
still wanted more.

OCTOBER 19, 2002

The party wasn't a party. Those four guys just wanted some
more action. Sherry went up and did her two guys again while
the other two stayed and just hit on me all night. One of them
started to get angry that I wouldn't fuck him and he pulled me
up to his room and pushed me onto his bed. He was going to
rip my cloths off but I stopped him and stripped for him
instead. I liked my outfit and didn't want to ruin it. I gave him
a blowjob and he came inside of 5 minutes only to be replaced
by his roommate. That guy lasted longer and fucked me in the
ass. If I had resisted them, I think they would have hurt me
pretty badly; they were a lot bigger than me.

NOVEMBER 1, 2002

We all went to Mike's for a Halloween costume party this year.
Nobody ever goes to Mike's so it was weird. I dressed up as a
whore with makeup all over and high heels. I looked like such
a slut. Mike's Great Dane remembered me right away and had
a boner the whole night. All the guys made fun of me and said
I shouldn't leave without relieving his frustrations. He jumped
up on me and knocked me down one time because he's so big.
He started humping wildly and everyone laughed. I couldn't
get him off me until Mike and Matt pulled him off. Good thing
because I think he was about to cum all over me. Then I would
have looked like a real whore hahaha!

NOVEMBER 30, 2002

No time for updates in a while. I've been busy shopping for
clothes, posing for my website, writing stories and making out
with Matt and Sherry. Sherry's starting to get nastier by the
day, she wants to try new things, bigger toys. One day we
went all over the house looking for stuff we could use. We
found cucumbers, bananas, hairspray bottles and who knows
what else. We went crazy!!

JANUARY 3, 2003

Holy Crap I think this is the longest I ever went without
writing in my diary. I got lots of new stuff for Christmas. I
got a new computer, and Sherry got me some new toys! I have
got to find out where she gets these things since she's still
under age! One toy is like a clothespin but it pinches your clit
and vibrates. Oh my GOD! It feels so awesome. I've cum so
hard I squirted and I haven't done that in forever! The other
toy is a red jelly dildo with two heads so we can share it!

New Years Eve party was great until Matt showed up. I was
upstairs with this guy who gave me 50 pounds for a blowjob. I
thought it was worth it and was going to tell Matt about it after.
He didn't barge into the room but the rumors spread around the
party and he found out. He was pissed but not as much as
before.

JANUARY 21, 2003

My 18th birthday is coming up in just over a month and I'm
preparing a new website to launch. When I'm 18, I just might
show a little more skin to all my fans. I know they'll like it.
Speaking of fans, I got another email from Mister Pervert. He
hasn't sent me anything in a while and I found out why. He
took every one of my photos from my website when I was just
16 and edited them all with dicks and cum. Some of them had
dog dicks, horse dicks and manly dicks and almost all of the
pictures looked fake. He wasn't as good as the other guy.

FEBRUARY 20, 2003

Almost my B-Day! I can't wait until I'm 18, then I can legally
do anything I want! My new website is ready to launch too!

FEBRUARY 26, 2003

My friends had a wicked party for me. We all went to Joey's
because his parents were out. I got pretty hammered and had
to crash for the night. Matt stayed with me to make sure no
hanky panky happened but it didn't work! Matt and Joey
started arguing over me after everyone left and I said fuck you
both and they said really? Just like that stupid movie. Next
thing I knew, Matt had his 8 inches up my ass and Joey was
squeezing his HUGE 9 and a half inches into my cunt! It was
the best feeling, having two throbbing big dicks inside of me.
We got into all kinds of interesting positions and I made both
of them cum three times each before we quit.

FEBRUARY 28, 2003

Matt and Joey and I fucked all night again last night. It's like
my sex life is renewed. I was getting bored of Matt for a while
but not any more! Both these guys really hammer me hard and
I cum so many times. I told Sherry and she is like totally
proud of me.

MARCH 14, 2003

Trip to Florida! This year for spring break, Joey, Matt, Sherry
and me are all going to Florida. It's going to be wild!

MARCH 23, 2003

I wish I could have brought my computer with me to update
my diary. Instead I had to write some of it down on napkins
but then my napkins were lost because some guy used them to
clean the cum from his dick. Well what I remember is that
there were drunk people everywhere, partying like there was
no tomorrow. One guy recognized me from my website and I
took him back to the hotel room. Matt and Joey followed us
and watched as the guy fucked me. He didn't last long but got
hard again really fast and did it again. After that, Matt and
Joey took me at the same time while the other guy watched. I
think he got his money's worth out of my new site!

Another night the same thing happened but this guy had no
idea who I was; he just kept grabbing my ass and boobs all
night. I took him back to the hotel and all three of them took
me at the same time. I had Matt in my ass, Joey in my pussy,
and this guy in my mouth. He's the one who used the napkins I
was writing on.

On the last day we had a party in our hotel room with a bunch
of guys and girls and I got really hammered and passed out on
the couch. When I woke up, I was totally naked and had cum
leaking out of me. Matt and Joey told me that three of the guys
stayed behind after the party and fucked me while I slept.
They didn't stop them because one of them said he had a gun
and that they wanted to teach me for being a cocktease. They
poured beer into my cunt and I was all sticky from it. I think it
killed the sperm though, so I didn't get pregnant.

MARCH 30, 2003

I wrote a story about myself again. This one has me kidnapped
and taken to a warehouse filled with fans from my website.
They are all horny as hell and I fucked them all twice over. I
think it was a little fake though because I think I had 50 guys
or more. I would be so sore if I fucked that many guys!

APRIL 1, 2003

Today sucked. My friends played an APRIL fools joke on me
and I didn't even catch on. We were at Mike's during our spare
class and he had his Great Dane roaming around with a boner
again. They told me that some guy on the internet offered to
pay 500 pounds for a picture of a girl with his Great Dane. I
agreed to do it but only if they didn't show my face. I got
naked in the bedroom except for my panties and the dog started
humping me again. Matt snapped some pictures and then the
dog squirted all over me. He was like a garden hose with a
never ending stream of cum. It soaked me and my panties
totally. When it was over, Matt and Mike were laughing their
asses off and told me there wasn't anybody willing to pay for
that. I was so pissed. I had to go the rest of the day without
panties under my skirt.

APRIL 2, 2003

I was over at Matt's after school today. He wasted no time
developing those pictures with the dog. I'm so glad he
develops his own pictures or there would be some really
disgusted people at the photo shop. They didn't even try to
hide my face in the pictures so I got pissed off at him. We
started to argue and then I said I was taking all the pictures.
He put them in his dresser drawer but I pushed him out of the
way and took them.

APRIL 3, 2003

I'm so pissed again. When I took the pictures from Matt's
drawer, I grabbed more than one pile. In one of the envelopes
were 90 pictures, three whole rolls of me passed out and
getting fucked by those three guys in Florida! They had close-
ups of my face and pussy with cum leaking out and even with
the beer bottle stuffed inside me. I was surprised I had taken it
and even in some photos I had the thick end first! I don't know
why I didn't wake up but now I think they drugged me. Not
only that, but Matt and Joey both fucked me after the guys did!
I'm going to Matt's tomorrow to give him shit for this.

APRIL 4, 2003

Well I gave Matt shit and then we had makeup sex. He told
me how much of a turn on it was for him to see me getting
fucked and he especially liked the beer bottle. He said that I
came at least twice while they did me with that thing. Matt
took me in the ass and while we were fucking, he reached over
to his dresser and pulled out the beer bottle. He said it was the
same one I had in me before. I didn't bother stopping him
when he pushed it into my pussy. Gawd it was soo thick and
tight, especially with this dick in my ass at the same time. It
was painful when I came, but I liked it.

APRIL 15, 2003

Last night I was surfing the dirty sites and found one with a
gorgeous girl that looked almost like Kathy, Sherry's old
friend. I always liked her but she drifted away from us.
Anyway the girl was getting fucked by a Great Dane and his
big knot was slapping into her and making her cum, then right
after that, she was going to be taken by a huge stallion. The
site wanted me to sign up though, so I have a plan.

APRIL 16, 2003

I was at school talking to Mr. Evans today, my old science
teacher. He said he was happy to see me and that he missed
me. I told him I needed a credit card number to buy something
and I would do anything for it. It wasn't long after that and we
were in his office. Ever since I had to go to school without
panties on because of that dog, I really liked it, so now I never
wear panties, even if I have a skirt. It made for really easy
access for Mr. Evans.

APRIL 17, 2003

Last night I used Mr. Evans credit card and signed up on that
website. It had tons of videos of that girl with the horse and I
downloaded all night. I don't know how many times I came
while watching it, and I even squirted the screen. I don't think
it ever squirted that far before, it must have been 3 or 4 feet!
My dildo was getting too small so I started using a soda can.
It's short, but really thick like the beer bottle!

APRIL 20, 2003

I wrote a story about myself tonight. I sort of continued my
other story where I'm in a warehouse being fucked my 50 of
my website fans. After all that action is done, I made all the
guys fuck me with their beer bottles and then fist me until I
cum! I could just imagine being fisted so many times in a row.
I haven't even been fisted once yet. That's going to change
soon I hope!

APRIL 23, 2003

I wrote EVEN MORE to my story again. This time after all
the fisting is done, the guys bring in their Great Danes and
German shepherds and rotweilers and they all fuck me. Mike's
dog is so fast at humping I always wonder what it would be
like.

MAY 15, 2003

School's almost out and I'll be done for good! That means
more sexy poses for my website that's making me a TON of
money now. Oh and more sex too!

JUNE 4, 2003

It's been a while since I updated. Matt and Joey keep on
fucking. Those two guys are getting really good at getting me
off! Matt just had to show Joey how I can take a whole beer
bottle into my cunt and now every time we do it, Joey's got a
beer bottle with him. Even Sherry is in on it and loves to use
the beer bottle when we fuck. Both of us love the feeling of it
stretching us.

JUNE 12, 2003

We had our first summer party after the prom. Things got a
little crazy. Somebody spiked my drink with ecstasy and I
went insane. Matt and Joey had nothing to do with it this time,
but it might have been one of the three other guys I fucked that
night. That shit just made everything seem erotic and I
couldn't get enough satisfaction, even with Matt and Joey
fucking me after the other three guys. One of those guys
commented about how loose my pussy and ass were and called
me a slut. I felt kind of dirty but didn't mind.

JULY 29, 2003

We were at Mike's again with his dog and his super boner.
Mike was given some ecstasy at the party but never took it.
Matt and Joey decided it was time for Mike to get in on the
action with me. I liked Mike but I didn't want to fuck him, I
didn't want to ruin our friendship. I knew I would not enjoy it
so I agreed to take the ecstasy. What a mistake that was. Matt,
Mike and Joey fucked me for about three hours straight. They
kept all three of my holes completely filled the whole time. If
one of them had to take a break, they'd shove the beer bottle
into my cunt and the other two would do my mouth and ass.
All of them came at least three times but I still wanted more. I
was dripping for more because of that stupid drug. I was lying
on the couch with my ass hanging over the edge when Mike's
dog came trotting in with his boner as usual. He dove in and
licked the cum from my pussy and ass. His tongue was
awesome! It was so fast and like sand paper it drove me wild!
I came hard and squirted right in his face. After that, he
mounted me and fucked my cunt with his big dick. He only
lasted a few minutes and his knot wouldn't fit inside me thank
god! I was too involved in pleasure from the drug to care
about what he was doing.

AUGUST 2, 2003

I hate my friends but I love them too. They recorded me
fucking the dog with a video camera! They tried to tell me it
wasn't hidden and was in plain view, I just didn't see it, but I
didn't believe them. I keep watching the video over and over
and it makes me wet. I remembered that dog had a hell of a
tongue and a huge dong. I might go back to him some day!

AUGUST 20, 2003

I almost forgot about this thing. We went on another camping
trip last weekend and had a lot of fun. It was me, Sherry, Matt,
Mike, and Joey. With just the five of us, things got pretty
raunchy. I let the guys in on our secret and they went crazy
when they found out Sherry and I had been doing it since
forever. We gave them a show and then had a huge orgy. It
was awesome!

AUGUST 21, 2003

I thought I'd make up for my missing entries with another entry
today. I have so many fans on my website, every single day
they complement me on how cute I am. I can't let it go to my
head so I just think to myself that if they were here, I'd
probably give them what they wanted. After my photo shoot
today, I continued my old story again. This time after the dogs
do me, a whole herd of beautiful black stallions with huge
cocks fuck me! I wish it wasn't such a taboo thing or I'd be out
on the farm with those big dicks right now!

SEPTEMBER 5, 2003

Sherry brought me a new toy today and was desperate to try it
out on me. She knew how much I liked the beer bottle so she
found a dildo that was just as thick but 12 inches long! My
god it was great. She fucked me with it for two hours and I
must have come 10 times. At one point, she said there was
only an inch of its length left but it wouldn't go any further.
After that, Sherry took the whole thing. She's taller than me so
I guess she's deeper too. I almost lost it inside her and had to
fist her to get it out.

SEPTEMBER 30, 2003

My computer has been acting a little funny lately. I think I
have a virus or something but my virus scanner won't pick it
up. It worked well enough for me to write another story about
myself though. This time, after the horses took me in the
warehouse, all my fans had special toys they wanted to try out
on me. I couldn't think up 50 different toys so I just described
the big ones. I had one that was almost as big as my leg! hehe
I don't think that's possible but if it were...

OCTOBER 17, 2003

I've been getting a lot of extra email the last little while; all of
them are from perverted guys wanting to get laid. They call
me a slut and stuff and then describe what they're going to do
to me. I even got more from Mister Pervert who I haven't
heard from in a while, he said he was going to do so much stuff
to me that I wouldn't be able to walk! I don't know why all of a
sudden I'm getting so many emails, maybe it was my last photo
shoot. It was pretty sexy!

NOVEMBER 12, 2003

My computer is still acting weird. I had Matt over to look at it,
but he said it was fine. He started snooping around and I had
to stop him from looking in My Documents. I have all my
stories and the pictures I scanned from Florida and of me with
the dog. I didn't want him to know that I saved them all.


NOVEMBER 15, 2003

I added more to my story today. After all those toys go
through me, the guys bring all of those gorgeous stallions back
and I fuck two of them at the same time. I don't think it would
work out, but I thought it would be cool if one horse lay on his
back and I laid on his stomach with his dick in me and let the
other horse take me from behind. In another part, I lean over a
bench with two horses over top and they bend their cocks in to
fuck me! Another time they take me from the front, in my
mouth, and behind. That would hurt I think! I think I might
even be able to take the two horses above me, and use the one
laying down as a bench!! Then three horses go at it! hehe no
way that could happen, there's nothing to hold me in place. My
story is pretty crazy now. Too bad it will never come true!

NOVEMBER 29, 2003

I found a really nasty website on the internet with this girl
known as the stretching queen. She's insane! In one scene, she
has two girls shove three whole hands into her. I think I'm
much too small for that. I still have to get someone to fist me
with one hand!

DECEMBER 10, 2003

I can't bring myself to ask Sherry to fist me. I know she would
jump at it but I've always been a little tamer than her and I
would feel like a total slut if I made her do that. Maybe
another time though.

DECEMBER 29, 2003

Almost 2004! We've got a crazy new years party planned and I
can't wait to try out the new toy that Sherry got for me. It's a
fake dog dick with an inflatable knot and everything! We're
planning to try it out during our New Years Eve orgy. It's
going to be just the five of us again.

JANUARY 3, 2003

My god, I can barely walk. My twat is so sore from that dildo
and all the fucking we did. The dog dildo wasn't as big as
Mike's dogs but it was still big. I think the knot was the size of
a baseball when it was inflated and the shaft was about 8
inches long. It felt good until the guys started getting rough
with me. They were just ramming it in and out and juices were
flying all over. My lips turned red and raw because they each
took turns and fucked me for over an hour with that one toy.
Even Sherry used it on me pretty rough.

JANUARY 24, 2003

Sherry finally fisted me! I didn't even have to ask her. We
were just making out with the toys last night and she started
fingering me and soon she had her whole hand working inside.
It felt so great; I could feel all her fingers wiggling around
inside me. I came hard and coated her whole arm with my
juices.

FEBRUARY 10, 2003

All my orgy friends keep telling me they've got a surprise
organized for my birthday but won't tell me what it is. My
birthday is in just two weeks and the thought of what they have
planned is driving me nuts.

FEBRUARY 20, 2003

Shit, I can't get enough of Sherry's fist. I think her hand is just
too small. I might ask one of the guys to do it later, but I think
their hands might be too big. This big thing they have planned
for my birthday is still on my mind. I know it's something
sexual but I just don't know what exactly.

FEBRUARY 24, 2003

Tomorrow's the day, and we're leaving tonight! I'm going to
update my diary as soon as I get back. I don't know where we
are going but they're going to blindfold me so it's a surprise.

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CONTINUED IN: Teen Katie's Diary: The Gathering.


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Author: ooshgmx
Keywords: ff,fF,f-solo,lesbian
Part: 11 of 14
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Pavlova's Bitches

by ooshgmx

Part VII


"Why, Carter! Back already? I thought you were due tomorrow."

Lucy stands respectfully as Miss Paulson enters their little cottage.
"I came back early, Miss Paulson. I hope you don't mind."

"No." Miss Paulson laughs easily. "Why should I mind?"

"I don't know." Carter looks down at her mathematical notes.

Miss Paulson is at a loss. She bites her lower lip, then says, "Well...
I'd better get unpacked."

"Yes miss." Carter stands there, as if made of wood.

Miss Paulson lifts her heavy case, and makes for the foot of the
stairs. When she is level with Carter, she looks again. She drops her
case with a thud. "Why, Miss Lucy Carter, you have your new pince-nez!
And they look splendid! Absolutely splendid!"

At this, Carter turns to Miss Paulson with a smile so radiant that
Miss Paulson cannot resist hugging her and planting a little kiss upon
her cheek. Then she picks up her case and hastens upstairs.

"Hmmm," sighs Carter, seating herself once more. She does not smile;
but her nipples tingle and she feels ripples of pleasure radiating
throughout her body from the little place where Miss Paulson kissed
her. She crosses her legs and flexes them in mild irritation. She has
just seen an inconvenient, but very interesting, flaw in that equation
that she had previously considered so beautifully elegant. The
professor had warned her that this might happen.

And upstairs, Miss Paulson puts down her case and kneels by her bed,
like a little girl at prayers. "Lord! Give me strength! Must I be
hankering after every young woman I see? O what is the matter with
me?"



Another carriage arrives: it must be the sixth or seventh. Carter has
watched each one from her vantage-point, at a window high above the
main entrance. Each has disgorged its crowd of chattering schoolgirls,
and each so far has proved disappointing. But now, from this carriage,
there steps one whose elegant deportment, whose brisk assurance, at
once attract her eye. Those sudden, wilful gestures; that way she
has of whipping her head around: surely this must be Shipman at last.

The girl on the ground looks up, as if surveying the grand old
building; and yes, it is indeed Shipman.

"Here again," Shipman thinks. "This is Hepplewhite. This is to be my
home for the next few months." And what is it? A thousand blind,
leaded window-panes bezeled in ancient, yellowed stonework. Yet
Shipman cannot entirely banish the hope that behind one of those dull,
slate-grey panes there might lurk a soft, deep blue eye, almost
violet, watching. And perhaps that is what imprints the vision so
indelibly upon her memory, that as an old, old woman, if she should
ever hear the name of Hepplewhite, she will at once see those grey,
blank windows, and remember the thrill of that impossible hope.

As for Carter: as she sees that adorable bonnet tip back, as she sees
again that wonderfully precise, clear-cut countenance, luminous with
its unique combination of intelligence and mischief, she turns away as
if blinded by the direct glare of the sun. Her heart is hammering. And
in her breast, an intolerable fluttering lightness, as if of rising
hope, a fluttering that seems to waft her into mid-air. "What is
happening to me?" she murmurs. "I must not even look at her, it
seems."



Shipman looks round the study-room. As expected, Carter is nowhere to be
seen.

"Hello, Ship!" It is Penrose.

"Hello, Vicky."

"Coming to the Assembly?"

"Of course. Do I have any option?"

"I suppose not. Why, there's Clark! Hello, Sarah!"

"Vicky! Ah... hello, Ship. Have you seen Carter yet?"

"No." Shipman is curt.

"I've seen her," Penrose gushes. "Doesn't she look wonderful with
those..."

"I know. Just like Miss Paulson. Makes me feel all weak inside. Ha ha!
What am I saying?" Clark grins at Penrose, then glances at Shipman.
But Shipman is impassive, staring straight ahead. Clark decides that
it would be prudent to say no more. "Come along. We'd best be going."

In the assembly, Shipman finds she cannot concentrate. Mrs Cunningham
seems to be saying that all sorts of improvements have been put in
hand, with financial donations from here, there and everywhere.
Everyone seems elated. But just behind Shipman, to her right, stands
Carter. Eventually, curiosity impels her to turn and snatch a furtive
glimpse.

Although she does not know why, Shipman is shaken. Carter seems taller,
more substantial, more upright than she remembers. The others were
right: those pince-nez do more than she could have expected. Carter
no longer looks the schoolgirl; more even than a young woman, she now
appears as a force to be reckoned with. Shipman feels a heaviness in
her heart, as if she has just seen her future. She longs to turn and
look again; but she dares not.



It is nearly midnight, and Miss Paulson has just finished preparing
tomorrow's lecture, when she hears footsteps, and then a quiet
scratching at the door. Alarmed - who would come at so late an hour? -
she hurries to the door and opens it but a crack.

"Carry!" She means to close the door a little, but despite herself,
opens it wider.

"Oh Georgie! Georgie! I have been longing to talk to you! Where have
you been?"

"Why, I have been here. I have had much work to do. But Carry: you
should be abed! Why do you come here at this hour?"

"What? Will you keep me shivering upon the doorstep on a January
night?"

"Carry - you know why I do not let you in. It is hopeless! We cannot
continue like this!"

"Why no! It is not hopeless at all. You must hear me!"

Georgie looks to right and left, as if seeking for excuses. "But Carter
is here - and very far from asleep!"

At this, Carry lets out an expression of impatience. "She knows
everything!" And as Georgie falls back in astonishment, Carry boldly
pushes the door open and makes her way in.

"O Carry, Carry..." Georgie whimpers, as Carry's gentle fingers alight
upon her face. Their touch sends shivers of ecstasy radiating all over
her body. She is lost already: and when those fingers trace their way
over her ears and neck, Georgie can only shudder, turn her head and
welcome with her own those lovely, softly supping lips. "So soon..." -
another kiss - "so soon I am undone!" Gasping, Georgie pushes Carry a
little from her, but now she cannot let go. Her eyes are molten. With
her back, she presses the door shut. "Sweet Carry... You make me so
afraid."

"Afraid, Georgie? Why?"

"You say that Carter knows... about us?"

Carry nods. "Since last term. She saw us through the window."

Georgie's eyes widen in terror. "Then we are as good as undone!" She
looks to the window. "And for all I know..." But those delicate,
intoxicating fingers, those sweet and infinitely gentle lips once
again overrule her fears. And then, feeling Carry unbuttoning her
dress at the neck, "Oh no! Carry, you must not!" She knows she should
resist; but the sweetness of Carry's kisses paralyzes her. "Not here,
Carry, not here!"

"Then let us go upstairs."

"But what about Carter?"

"Carter will not tell. She is our friend. Come... Come..."

As softly as they can, Carry and Georgie mount the stairs. Carry, who
is leading Georgie by the hand, pauses for a moment beside Carter's
door; but there is no sound. "I think she is asleep," she murmurs as
she closes Georgie's bedroom door behind them. "No: just stand there,
dear Georgie, and I shall do it." Carefully, Carry undresses her
beloved, kissing and caressing as she goes, until Georgie is perfectly
nude.

"And now you," protests Georgie, but Carry will not stop kissing her.
Georgie squeals as Carry patters her fingers around the curves of her
waist, and over the smooth firmness of her derriere. "No Carry, no
Carry," she laughs and whimpers, squealing as Carry rakes her with her
fingernails, laughing and shuddering with delight - and then she is
silent, wide-eyed, for Carry is at her breast, licking, sucking,
nibbling, moaning in her wantonness. And now Carry's fingers may do
what they please - and they do - for Georgie can feel her contractions
coming, faster and faster, and after each little nibble, a shudder
which makes her moan out loud in exasperated desire, and then a
furious beating in her most tender parts as her Number Eighteen cries
out for solace. "O Carry, O Carry, no more! I must..." And, bereft of
words, Georgie takes Carry's hand and presses it to her most needy
place. But Carry only giggles, and gently, tenderly, pushes Georgie
back until she falls upon her bed, laughing again as Carry's hands
move all over her, draining her of strength, blinding her with
passion.

But then Carry falls to her knees, captures Georgie's leg with her arm,
and begins kissing the upraised knee. Georgie cannot help giggling.

"O Carry, what are you doing?"

"Georgie, Georgie..." Carry half moans, half whispers between kisses,
"I have dreamed of doing this, night after night..." and her fingers
trace their way down, deliciously down the inner thigh, until they are
resting on that mysterious spot, not quite here, not quite there,
where Shipman's naughty fingers taught their spider dance. And that is
very well for naughty schoolgirls, licking their lips in masochistic
delight, avid to savour a fresh erotic torment; but Carry is too much
in love, far too much in love; she kisses, licks and kisses her way
down that long, smooth thigh, and her moans of passion drive Georgie
to such a state that she can scarcely even feel the delicious, warm,
wet strength of Carry's tongue, the gentle touching of her lips, the
sweet brush of her golden hair. And in her wildness, Georgie becomes
the wanton schoolgirl, moving herself against Carry's naughty fingers,
desperate for her most intimate touch. She begins to squeal "O Carry!
O Carry!" in a little, high-pitched voice she did not know she had, a
voice wrenched from her by the extremity of passion and emotion.

Carry, maddened by the warm, heady smell of Georgie's arousal, feeling
Georgie's nectar at her fingertips, knows that it is time to indulge
her dream. But the Georgie of her dream lay sweetly acquiescent,
moaning and sighing in ladylike bliss. The real Georgie is a creature
possessed, gasping, crying, wildly moving her hips in her desperation.
To keep her still, Carry grasps her thighs behind the knee and raises
them up and forward, so that Georgie is curled into a ball.

Astonished, "O Carry, what are you doing? Oh no no no..." cries
Georgie; but Carry is a strong and determined young woman, and in the
next instant Georgie is quite deprived of speech, for those dear lips
have applied themselves with the sweetest ardour to the flower of her
passion and are now supping upon her nectar with the most torturous
gentleness. Beside herself with the exquisiteness of this new and
redoubtable sensation, Georgie is suspended between "no no no" and
"yes yes yes," and can only murmur "O darling... O darling" as her
insides tense and heave with Carry's every gentlest movement.

And as Georgie's passion mounts, so she is filled with invincible
strength, so that Carry finds her head tightly trapped between
Georgie's thighs; and in the formidable strength of that embrace,
Carry's heart leaps with impossible happiness, for she knows that
Georgie needs her, Georgie wants her, Georgie will never let her go.
Sensing that Georgie is on the point of climax, Carry allows her to
rest for a moment. "O Georgie, Georgie, you are so beautiful," she
murmurs. And after a few moments, she licks gently once more. Georgie
sucks in air through her tightly clenched teeth, and Carry feels the
thighs tighten about her ears, and Georgie's sudden, quivering
rigidity. "Oh, you are lovely..." she murmurs again; her next lick,
gentler still, sends Georgie into an even more protracted rigor.
Again, again she does this, and each time, Georgie seems to be wound
tighter and tighter; until, with a groan, Carry falls into a
passionate frenzy of licking, and in the violence of Georgie's grip is
tossed to and fro by the extremity of her lover's contortions. But at
length, it is over, and Georgie is still. Slowly, slowly, Georgie
relaxes her grip, until Carry is able to extricate herself and lie at
last beside her lover.

Georgie is immobile, as if in a deep swoon, scarcely breathing.

"O my darling, my darling," Carry moans again and again, drawing
Georgie to her in a tender embrace. And Georgie buries her face in
Carry's breast, and begins to shake with a mixture of weeping and
hysterical laughter. Carry strokes Georgie's hair, her neck, her ears,
until at last she is still.

And then suddenly, without warning, Georgie is wild again, like a
hurricane of passion, kissing, biting, almost tearing off Carry's
clothes. Carry is in a whirl, her nipples burning, and then Georgie
finds her core, and she is shouting in orgasm at the first touch. But
Georgie is like one possessed, and will not stop until Carry has
climaxed twice more, in a blind tumult of jubilant delight.

Only then, having exorcised the demons of their long separation, are
they able to lie quietly, caressing, whispering endearments, kissing,
looking deep into one another's eyes. And suddenly, they hear a groan
from next door, and a moment later, the violent shuddering of Lucy's
bed. They smile and kiss.

"Well..." murmurs Georgie.

"We must have woken her."

"Did we make that much noise?"

"Of course," Carry breathes. "Of course we did."

Almost at once, there is another sob from next door, and another
commotion.

"It seems that Miss Carter has discovered something to her advantage,
after all," says Georgie, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"How lovely," breathes Carry, kissing Georgie on the mouth, then
drawing back; "how very sweet..." She manoeuvres herself on top of
Georgie now, legs intertwined.

"Don't we fit well together?" murmurs Georgie into Carry's ear,
reaching down and drawing Carry closer, closer. And then Carry's
tongue is filling Georgie's mouth with its sweetness, and Carry's hips
begin their slow voluptuous dance, and Georgie's sway in answer, and
they begin to glide together into the garden of lovers' delight, their
every glance, their every kiss a step toward their union in bliss.



The next morning, Miss Paulson cannot help singing as she revives the
embers of last night's fire and makes the morning tea. She twirls her
skirts and in her heart, remembers the brush of Carry's hair.

But then Carter's door clicks open, and there is Carter, red-eyed,
scowling, her chamber-pot in her hand.

"Why, Carter!" Miss Paulson wants to ask what is the matter, but is
suddenly overcome with shame, fully imagining that Carter must look
upon her now as a debased and fallen creature.

"I am poorly," says Carter, tonelessly. "It is my time."

"Then I shall get the bath for you, and set it before the fire,"
responds Miss Paulson. Carter nods, and makes her way outside.

Miss Paulson greets her return with a cup of tea, which Carter accepts
with a quick, ungracious curtsey. She does not smile, nor look at Miss
Paulson.

"See, I have put on the big kettle. And in the bath I have put some
scent of my own," she says soothingly, "it will ease the pains."

"You are very kind, Miss Paulson, and I thank you."

"I will tell your teachers, and you shall stay here and rest."

Carter nods. There is an awkward silence.

"I... I hope I did not... we did not... disturb you last night,
Carter."

And now Carter meets Miss Paulson's eye, and Miss Paulson is shocked
when Carter comes to her and embraces her, hugging tightly. Then,
without a word, she draws back, leaving Miss Paulson bemused.

"Don't miss your breakfast, Miss Paulson. I will be perfectly all
right here. Thank you."



Miss Paulson is just pulling on her coat to go to a staff meeting, when
she hears a knock at the door. She is a little surprised to find
Miller upon the doorstep.

"Good afternoon, Miller. May I help you?"

"Carter was not in school this morning, and I just wished to enquire
after her."

"Well, Miller, that is very kind. But... it is her time of
indisposition, I am afraid."

"Oh. May I see her?"

"She is not feeling very well, Miller. I am sure you understand. But I
suppose you may go up and knock. Please excuse me. I have to go out."

Miller finds Carter in bed. Sheets of paper covered with diagrams and
equations have tumbled from the bed on to the floor.

"Oh, Miller. What do you want?" Carter feels a wave of irritation.
She half-expected Shipman to come, and then perhaps she would have had
an excuse for her irritation; but as it is not Shipman, she feels
still more annoyed.

"Why, Carter, I did not want anything, other than to see if you were
well."

"I am sorry, Miller. I am just so irritable." Carter wriggles down
under the bedclothes.

"I know... but everyone has been asking after you."

Carter's head turns. "Everyone?"

"Yes. Mrs Probert was saying this morning that the future of the
Empire depends upon our knowledge of mathematics. And she said... Oh,
Carter!" Miller sighs. She kneels beside the fire, which has burned
low.

"What did she say?"

"She said that you would be a leading light in mathematics." Miller
puts more logs on the fire.

"Huh!" Not wishing to show how pleased she is, Carter turns over on to
her front, her head turned away and so burrowed into the pillow that
apart from her tangle of light brown hair, Miller can see only
Carter's ear, the tip of her nose, the sweep of her eyelash.

"I asked Shipman if she was coming to see you, but she went all of a
bother. I do believe she's a little afraid of you."

"Huh!" Carter wriggles.

"O Carter! You are so tense!" Miller sits on the edge of the bed.
"Would you like me to ease away the strain a little?" Miller begins to
pull away the bedclothes.

"No, no, please don't touch me..."

Miller chooses to ignore Carter's protest. "But I am really quite good
at this, you know... Oh! You aren't wearing your night-gown!"

Carter blushes. Apart from her bundle of rags, she is quite naked.
"Please don't."

But Miller begins to knead at Carter's shoulders.

Carter groans. Yes: Miller is good at this.

"Is that nice?"

As her tension evaporates, Carter sinks down into her mattress.
"Mmmm..." Miller's motions become less vigorous, more caressing.
Carter is breathing deeply. Miller tugs the bedclothes further down
Carter's back, and begins gently drawing her fingers down the ridges
of Carter's spine. Carter cannot help worming her hips into the
mattress. Elsie is beginning to clamour for attention.

"My sister does this for me," says Miller. "I love it when she does."
She strokes the small of Carter's back, and is rewarded with a
sensuous writhing motion which clearly betrays Carter's arousal. "It's
a pity your sister died," Miller says sympathetically. "It's nice
having a sister."

Suddenly, Carter tenses. "Oh, Miller... I don't know whether I should
tell you this, but... I've got to tell somebody."

"What?" Miller withdraws her hands, and Carter turns a little to one
side, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of delightfully rounded breast.

"Miller... I mean to talk to Miss Paulson about this, but... My
sister... do you know, they killed her?"

"What?"

"Well... Not exactly that, but let me explain, and you'll see." Carter
takes a deep breath. "Mother and Father found out that... that she
was... you know - rubbing her... her..."

From her very hesitancy, Miller senses what Carter is trying to say.
"Her Queensland?"

"Yes."

"They found out?"

"Yes. And they tried to make her stop."

"Oh no!"

"But she wouldn't. She kept doing it. So Father sent her to a doctor.
And this doctor... Oh, I can't say it..."

"What? What did he do?" Miller is aghast.

"He cut her parts away."

"Oww!" Miller writhes in sympathetic agony.

"That's why she died. She died in the hospital."

"Oh no! How monstrously sad!" Miller's distress is all too genuine.
"What was her name?"

"Her name? Elsie." Carter shudders.

"Poor, poor Elsie."

"Why, why did they do that to her? And why do people think it is such
a terrible thing, Miller? My mother said it was a wicked, wicked
thing to do. Those were her very words."

"Do your parents really think that?" Miller's voice betrays her alarm.

"They must do, or they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to stop her,
surely?"

"Carter, I just cannot believe it."

"How I wish it were not true!" Carter turns to Miller now, and fixes
her with her good eye. The momentary glimpse of Carter's breast
deprives Miller of coherent speech; but then Carter rolls over again.
"Do you suppose it can be injurious to health, to do that?"

"Why... I do not think so."

"That doctor... the one they sent Elsie to... He said that it was."

"But... Clark has been doing it for ages, or so she says. There's
nothing wrong with Clark's health, is there?"

Carter stiffens slightly at the mention of Clark. But then she
concedes, "Um... no."

"And they say that Walmsley has been doing it for years."

They are silent for a little while, pondering. Eventually, the sight
of Carter's naked back stirs Miller's desire, and she recommences her
light stroking.

"Mmmm..." Miller's touches are causing the heavy sense of discomfort
to translate into something very different. "Miller?"

"Mm?"

"What you said about Walmsley reminded me of something that she once
said. And you know, I think it might have come from Miss Paulson."

"What was that?"

"She said... whenever we find something that makes us happy, someone
wants to come and take it away from us."

Miller sighs. "That's true."

Carter tenses her shoulders again. Face down though she is, she cocks
her head as if she has had a thought. "Do you suppose that it is men?
What was it that Miss Paulson said?"

"Oh, Carter..."

"Yes, Miller, perhaps it is this:" - Carter turns toward Miller again -
"if you examine the codes of morality, is it not so that they are
always designed to keep the weak in subjection to the strong? And is
morality not men's chiefest instrument for maintaining the subjection
of women?"

"Well, yes, Miss Paulson has often said so."

"So that, for example, when a woman wishes to obtain employment, she
will commonly be criticized for depriving a man of his right, and
snatching food from the mouths of his children? Is that not so?"

"Why, yes it is."

"But now, think of this: is it not thought by men extremely pleasant to
look upon a woman, and to lie with a woman?"

"Yes, Carter, but what are you saying?"

"Why, only that men want everything for themselves. We are supposed to
have no desires, no appetites, that do not serve a man's interest. We
are to be utterly selfless, utterly devoted to their wishes. When we
have an idle moment, what are we most praised for thinking of?"

"The wishes of some man or other?"

"Exactly so, Miller. Is it not men who wish us to live in ignorance of
pleasure, and without any desire for it, for fear that their own
interests will suffer?"

"It could be..." Miller sounds dubious.

"Perhaps." Carter sighs. "Oh, Miller... Why are we made to think of
ourselves as dirty? Why, if we must suffer this every month, must we
be made to feel as if it is - oh, I do not know what I am saying. But
if we must suffer so much anguish to be women, can there not be some
pleasure in it, too, for us?"

Miller is silent for a little while. "The doctor just cut her parts
away?"

"Yes."

"So that she could never..."

"Never again."

Miller sighs. "You know, I wonder." She lets the remark trail off, but
it is clear that she is thinking hard.

"What?"

"If you were given a present of sweetmeats..."

"Yes?"

"But that is not quite right..."

"What are you saying?"

Miller is silent for a few moments. And then, "Yes! Yes! It is like
this -" She bounces on the bed, suddenly attuned to her idea. "It is a
box of sweetmeats. But not all are sweet: some are bitter. And we are
taught that we may eat only the bitter ones. Now who would give us a
box of sweetmeats, in which only the bitter ones were good, and all
the pleasant ones poisoned?"

"Why, only one who hates us, and would bring about our destruction."

"Exactly. Don't you see?"

"No."

"Our bodies are the boxes of sweetmeats. Some things about our body
are bitter, while others are sweet. But why do we feel it so?"

Carter is puzzled. "Do you mean our feelings of pain and pleasure?"

"Yes. Why are some things painful and others pleasurable? Why do we
suffer aches and discomfort, yet pleasures also?"

"Why, the pains are there to make us avoid the things that harm the
body."

"And the pleasures?"

"I suppose, to make us seek the things that are good for us."

"Of course. And who designed the human body thus?"

"Why... God, I suppose. Is that what you mean?"

"And why should God give us the capacity for pleasure, and the ability
to discover it, if this should lead to our harm? Would that not mean
that he hates us, and wills our destruction?"

"Oh. I see." Carter is thoughtful.

"And if God hated us, and willed our destruction, then why should we
seek to please him?"

"Because we are supposed to please all men?"

"Hah!" Miller almost spits her contempt.

Again, there is a long pause before Carter speaks.

"Do you think it is true, then, that God loves us? Or is that just
another lie?"

Miller considers her reply. "I think he does... But it's frightening,
isn't it?"

"Yes." Carter shudders. "Do you think many girls know about... you
know..."

"About touching your... about blissing?"

"Blissing?"

"That is what everyone calls it."

"Everyone?"

"Well... most people."

"Why do people keep it such a secret?"

"I don't know. How did you find out?"

"Well... You won't tell anyone?"

"Of course not." Miller sounds almost indignant.

"I suppose it was Miss Paulson... sort of..."

"Really? What did she do?"

"She didn't do anything. She just... told me... more or less. And
you?"

"It was Shipman who showed me."

Carter whirls round. "Shipman? Showed you?" Her voice is harsh.

"Yes." Miller pulls back abruptly, somewhat shocked by Carter's sudden
anger. "Shipman. She's done it to just about everyone in our dorm, I
should think. Why?"

"What? She touched you?"

Miller is defiant. "Yes. As a matter of fact she did."

"But that's disgusting!" Carter draws up her bedclothes and buries
herself beneath them. "That's contemptible!"

"Why, Carter! I cannot understand you saying such a thing!"

"I don't want to hear another word about that horrid creature!"

"Carter, what are you saying? She was only showing me the sweetmeats I
had been given..."

"Sweetmeats! Bah! That's poetry, Miller! Poetry has crazed your
brain!"

Miller sniffs. She rises to her feet. "You sound just as bad as your
parents, Carter. If you mean to say what you seem to be saying, I do
believe you'd send Shipman and me to that horrible doctor who killed
your sister."

But as she makes to leave, a small voice comes from the bed.
"Miller... I'm sorry. I'm just so irritable at the moment. I cannot
think properly." Carter huddles into her pillow.

Miller is haughty. "Very well. But that was not a very pleasant thing
to say, Carter. I will be charitable and lay the blame upon your
parents. I shall talk to you again when you can remove their poison
from your thoughts."

Carter half expects Miller to slam the door, but she makes a dignified
exit. There is the sound of retreating footsteps, and then for a
while all is still. Carter torments herself with the thought of
Shipman with Clark, Shipman with Penrose, Shipman with Miller. Warm
bodies in a dormitory bed... fingers between legs... breasts softly
touching... kisses maybe.

All morning, Elsie has been nagging for attention; but now she is
ravenous - perhaps because of Miller's gentle touches. Hitherto,
Carter has resisted her, appalled by the sheer ghastly messiness of
it. But now, breast heaving with desire, her reluctance is overborne
by sheer need. She can feel how engorged she is. With a sigh, she
reaches in; and groans in sheer exhilaration as her fingers encounter
her beautiful slick wetness. "Oh! Oh!" she groans, dazzled by the
delight as her fingers frolic in slippery heaven. Faster, faster come
the waves - no longer unwelcome cramps, but each gilded with a more
intense thrill of delicious sensation, each bringing greater and
greater exaltation, so that even in her frenzy she shakes her head in
wondering disbelief. And then it is upon her - a pleasure so intense,
so persistent that she must fight and gasp and kick and struggle to
endure it, until she cannot do even that, but can only quiver in an
agony of delight, her mouth straining open in a silent scream, utterly
engulfed by its monstrous, overwhelming force.

And after the plunge to earth, "O my goodness! O Elsie! Oh my!" pants
Carter, shuddering. "We did it! We did it! That was... magnificent!
Messy but magnificent! And O, how much better I feel now!" She lies in
a euphoric doze, glowing in triumph.

"Miller was right, you know, Elsie," she murmurs after a little while.
"I've been thinking. I do need to get their poison out of my thoughts.
I don't know how I can be so stupid. But really, when I think of...
And you should have seen her downstairs, Elsie, tied to that chair.
Oh, her skin! It was so - Elsie! Elsie, you naughty girl! You never
have enough, do you?" Her fingers begin to stir. "You are corrupting
me, do you know that? All right, then... but this time, we'll not be
in such a hurry. We'll take our time, and enjoy it more..."

When, some time later, Miss Paulson returns to retrieve her notes for
the next lesson, she feels obliged to move as quiet as a mouse,
because it is quite clear that Carter believes herself to be alone.



"Good evening, ladies, and welcome to our first meeting of term."

"Good evening, miss," the girls reply in unison.

"Ah - Carter? I am glad to see you back in our midst so soon. Are you
feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you, miss."

There is a little hum of sympathetic sighs. Shipman and Clark exchange
a significant glance, and Shipman nods.

"Well now, ladies: thanks in part to Miss Shipman's and Miss Carter's
valuable contributions, and in part to our Head Mistress, who has shown
the greatest faith in our work here, and in the cause of women in
science, we have been able to win extra funds for new equipment." Miss
Paulson goes over to the cupboard. "Just see what has been
accomplished!" And she opens the door with a flourish.

Inside there are five new generators, a number of oscillators, gleaming
new coils of wire and five more voltaic batteries. The girls let out a
gasp of awe.

"And that is not all!" Miss Paulson advances to the next cupboard. And
here, row upon row of bottles, test-tubes, tripods, spirit-lamps - all
new.

"And finally, the best news of all: Science is now officially part of
the curriculum! That means that we will be able to begin a methodical
course in chemistry for all the upper school. Of course I am more than
happy to continue with these extra-curricular evening sessions, in
which we may further develop our electrical studies.

"You have all discovered the beneficial properties of electrical
current - with the exception of Miller, of course." There is a ripple
of laughter, which Miss Paulson silences with an outraged stare. "Now
at present, we cannot be sure if the beneficial properties flow from
the electrical current itself, or from the nervous reactions which it
causes. We have discovered that certain nervous reactions may be
provoked by other means, notably by the oscillator which Carter and
Shipman built last term. As you have seen, several more of these
devices have been made. This is so that we may conduct experiments to
see if the same reactions and the same benefits flow from using the
oscillator. If they do, what may we conclude?"

Shipman's hand is up already, of course. Miss Paulson ignores it.

"Yes, Clark?"

"May we conclude that the benefits are due not to the electricity, but
to the nervous and physical reactions it happens to produce, miss?"

"Excellent. Quite right. Does everyone understand?"

"Please, miss?"

"Yes, Shipman?"

"Miss, would it be useful to begin by testing the oscillator upon
somebody who has not yet received the electrical current?"

"Well, Shipman, yes," Miss Paulson admits grudgingly, "that would be a
useful beginning. Of course, there is only one person..."

Suddenly, all eyes are on Miller.

"Miller, do you feel that you could help us this time? It is purely
voluntary, but it would be such a help to the cause of science. And
really, it's only a little oscillating box. There is no physical risk
whatsoever."

"Very well, miss. I'm sure it's nothing to be frightened of really."

"Well done, Miller! You'll soon feel less nervous," says Miss Paulson
kindly. "Carter: would you please set up an oscillator and ensure that
it is working properly?"

"Yes, miss." Carter begins fetching equipment from the cupboard and
placing it upon the desk where she is accustomed to work.

"Do I have to lie down, miss?" asks Miller in a tremulous little
voice.

"No, Miller, with the oscillator it is best to sit upright and hold
the device between your legs. - Ah... Shipman: go and help Carter,
please."

"Very good, miss," says Shipman, with an approving wink at Miller.

"Yes, Shipman?" says Carter, who is connecting one of the new
oscillators to a generator.

"Miss Paulson said that I am to help you." Although Carter must have
heard what Miss Paulson said, Shipman speaks timidly.

"Very well. You may turn the generator handle," responds Carter
smoothly. She does not look at Shipman.

"I will do whatever you wish, Lucy."

Surprised at Shipman's meekness, Carter draws her breath in sharply,
but says nothing until the generator is connected.

"Very well, turn the handle."

Shipman turns it. At first the oscillator does not respond. Carter
slowly turns first one of the adjustment screws, then the other.
Suddenly, as she turns it, the little machine buzzes into life.

"There!" she says delightedly. "Stop! - Now to get it just... perfect."
She closes the little box and tucks it into the folds of her dress.
"Just a few seconds, please, Shipman." Shipman turns the handle.
Carter screws her eyes closed and wrinkles her nose. "Ooh! I think
that's a little bit too quick. Stop!" Again she adjusts the screws
and prompts Shipman to turn the handle once more. "Yes," Carter says
after a few moments, "I think that will be better." Again she tucks
the box into her lap, and again directs Shipman to turn the generator
handle with a brisk gesture. At once she breaks into a radiant smile.
"Oh, that's ideal! That's even better than the one we made last term."
Forgetting her froideur, she hands the box to Shipman. "Here, you try
it and I shall turn the handle. Let us see whether you agree."

Willingly, Shipman takes the oscillator and hands the generator to
Carter.

"Tuck it in well and hold it tight," warns Carter. Then she begins to
turn the handle.

"Ah! Ah!" moans Shipman. And now Lucy dares to look at her. Shipman's
eyes are already glazed with pleasure.

Lucy stops turning the handle to ask, "What do you think?"

"Why Lucy, it's... it's divine!"

"Does it work, Carter?" asks Miss Paulson.

"It seems to, Miss Paulson. I'm just testing it." Carter turns the
handle again, enjoying the way Shipman squirms on her chair. "I'm
going to wake you up a little, Shipman!" she thinks to herself, and
the corners of her mouth flicker into a perverse little smile.

"Oh, Lucy, Lucy..." gasps Shipman, overwhelmed.

Carter stops the generator. "It seems to work very well, Miss Paulson,"
she announces, plucking the oscillator from Shipman's lap. "I think we
are ready to proceed."

"Perhaps it would be a good idea if you and Shipman were to ensure that
the other oscillators and generators are working correctly."

Walmsley interrupts as politely as she can. "Please, miss?"

"Yes, Walmsley?"

"Would it not be best for them to witness the first operation of the
oscillator, so that we may... check their reactions?"

"An excellent suggestion, Walmsley. Carter, Shipman: you can help. Are
you ready, Miller?"

Carter kneels by Miller. French and Clark already have her hands, and
French holds Miss Paulson's watch, monitoring her pulse. Walmsley
holds the exercise-book and is already taking notes.

Carter looks up into Miller's eyes. Miller's eyes are wide; she licks
her lips apprehensively.

"Very well," says Carter softly, "let's see what you think of this."
She tucks the oscillator box deep between Miller's thighs. "Now cross
your legs, Miller," she instructs. "I'll hold your knees. Ready?" She
nods to Shipman, who begins turning the generator handle.

Smothered as it is by Miller's thighs and skirts, there is only a
faint humming sound from the oscillator in Miller's lap. But
immediately Miller's squeals fill the air. "Oh! Oh! O let me... Oh!"
she screams, attempting to rise up out of the chair. Kershaw, who is
behind her, has the presence of mind to hold her down by pressing on
her shoulders, while Carter grips tightly at her knees. Startled,
Shipman momentarily stops turning the generator handle. "Oh, don't
stop," cries Miller. "I like it. It's just... Ah! Ah! Ahee hee hee!"
Gradually, with much biting of her lip and furrowing of her brow,
Miller manages to rein in her cries of exhilaration.

"One hundred and ten," says French.

"I see she's flushing already," notes Walmsley. "That's very quick for
a first-timer."

"Ah yes, but this is the first time anyone has tried this particular
oscillator," Shipman points out. "Carter set it up to her special
preference."

Carter flashes Shipman an indignant look.

It is clear from Miller's countenance that great things are happening.

"I can hardly hold her, miss," remarks Clark, panting.

Suddenly, as if she has been holding her breath for a minute, Miller
lets out an explosive gust of air. "Ah, ah, ah... uh..." She is going
rigid.

"Don't let her go," warns Shipman quietly. "Keep hold of her."

Miller begins to shudder. "Oh... oh... ohh..." she gasps, her face
crimson.

"I'm not sure," says Carter critically. "I don't think I have it set
quite right. That was only a very little one, don't you think?"

"Maybe..." Shipman sounds unsure, but keeps turning the handle.

"Just have another try, Miller," Carter says encouragingly.

"That's it. You can stop now. Stop! Stop! No no no! I can't bear it
any more!" cries the struggling Miller.

"Don't let her go!" Shipman commands sternly. "Hold tight!"

"One hundred and twenty!"

"I can't... I can't... Oh my God! My God!"

"I don't believe it," says Kershaw. "It looks as though..."

"Oh yes," says Shipman calmly. "She can do it, can't you, Miller?"

But Miller is already being forced to revise her opinion. "Oh! Oh!"
she begins to moan, suddenly enthusiastic.

"Do you know, one might almost believe she were enjoying it," remarks
French.

Miller's enthusiastic moans announce the beginning of a second, less
inhibited nervous drama which clearly holds Miller's undivided interest
to the end.

"She is just getting used to it, French. we must be patient," cautions
Shipman.

Meanwhile, Miss Paulson is overcome. Swaying, she clutches the nearest
girl - who just happens to be Walmsley - for support. "Oh my goodness,
Walmsley," she pants, "it's... I think I'm..."

But Walmsley can see what is happening. "Oh Georgie!" she laughs,
holding Miss Paulson tight untill she is able to recover herself. "Was
that without touching?"

"Yes, Miss Walmsley. That was without touching. And be careful how you
address me! I'm afraid that you might..."

But all the other girls are far too interested in Miller to have
noticed Walmsley's indiscretion.

"Now that's enough, Shipman, that's... oh, no! Not again... Oh..."

Shipman continues implacably turning the handle. "You can take it,
Miller. You can take it," she says coolly.

"Still a hundred and twenty."

Kershaw is alarmed. "How much more do you think she can take?" she
asks Shipman, as Miller writhes in yet another onslaught of ecstasy.

"Oh, I think we'll know," says Shipman mysteriously.

"But surely, miss..." Kershaw appeals to Miss Paulson. But Miss
Paulson, still clutching at Walmsley, is watching Miller with evident
lack of concern: there is a tight-lipped smile at her mouth and a
gleam of fascination in her eye.

"It's wonderful, Kershaw, what personal sacrifices we women will
undertake for the advance of human knowledge," she breathes.

"Oh," mutters Kershaw, apparently deflated.

"Hold her! Hold her!" chides Shipman, as Miller erupts in yet another
noisy outburst.

"A hundred and... twenty-eight," grunts French, doing her best to hold
on to Miller's arm.

The crises seem to be coming more and more rapidly now.

"O yes! O yes! Ya-ya-ya-ya Oooh!... Oooh!" screams Miller.

"It seems as if she's beginning to enter into the spirit of things,
doesn't it, miss?" asks Shipman conversationally.

But now, Miller's far-away look seems to have lapsed into a kind of
slack-jawed imbecility. She closes her eyes, as if summoning a residue
of strength. And then suddenly she is like a thing possessed, no
longer capable of speech, but only growling deep in her throat like
some wild beast.

Again, Kershaw appears most alarmed: "Really, miss, is this not..."

But the next instant, Kershaw needs all her strength, for with a cry
Miller kicks out, sending Carter sprawling, and succeeds in wrenching
her arms free of French and Clark. Only Kershaw's strength prevents
her from tumbling off the chair, as with a final cry Miller tears the
wires from the oscillator and slumps back, utterly drained.

"I say, be careful, you silly idiot," grumbles Carter, retrieving the
oscillator and re-attaching the wires. She is blushing furiously, but
this is no doubt due to her recent tumble, during which she was forced
to reveal more than usual of her elegant ankles to Shipman's
appreciative gaze.

Meanwhile, the other members of the society stand in silent awe,
regarding the form of the stupefied Miller. Once or twice her whole
body jerks and she inhales noisily.

"Well, Shipman, what do you think?" asks Miss Paulson.

"I am sorry, miss?"

"What do you think of the oscillator?"

Shipman recovers her alertness. "It's... very quick, isn't it, miss?"

"Yes, Shipman, very quick."

"It does not seem to leave very much room for doubt."

"Little, if any."

Shipman sighs.

Miss Paulson sighs.

At length, Miller comes to herself with a little shiver.

"How are you, Miller?" asks Miss Paulson.

Miller's smile radiates a charming lassitude. "Very well, I think,
miss. But after all, maybe I could just..."

"No, Miller, I think that was enough."

Miller sinks back into the chair with a resigned little purr.

"I take it that you liked the oscillator."

"Mmmh!" Miller stretches out her legs luxuriously.

"I am greatly relieved. Some of us were quite anxious about you." Miss
Paulson flashes a glance at Kershaw. "Perhaps it would be helpful if,
when you are quite recovered, you were to write down as good a
description as you can."

Miller looks vague. "Yes, miss."

"Ah... should I take a note of people's reactions, miss?" asks
Walmsley.

Miss Paulson regards her young ladies. Without exception, they are
flushed, brilliant-eyed, rising on their toes. They are like a stable
of young race-horses. "No need, I think, Walmsley," she murmurs. "Just
write 'Genesis seven'."

Now Miss Paulson begins assigning tasks. Kershaw will be the next to
taste the marvels of Carter's little machine. And Carter herself is to
ensure that the remaining oscillators are working properly; Shipman is
to assist her. Miss Paulson notes Carter's blush and transitory
expression of annoyance at this announcement; but Miss Paulson finds
that she derives immense pleasure from watching them working together.
"There is something going on between those two," Miss Paulson thinks,
"but I am not sure quite what it is."

"Oh! Oh! Stop, Shipman, stop!" Lucy gasps a few minutes later. "I do
believe I have set it too fast."

"Why, what makes you say that? It seemed to be working very well! Here,
let me try it..." Shipman snatches the oscillator from Carter and
hands her the generator.

Somewhat grudgingly, Carter takes the generator and waits until Shipman
has the oscillator correctly positioned. Then, abruptly, she begins
turning the handle as fast as she can. Shipman cannot suppress a
squeal. "Hush!" Quickly, Carter turns to look at the others; but
nobody is paying them any attention. "You see? It is oscillating too
fast."

"No! Try it again!" Shipman rearranges herself on her chair. "It is
very good like that. It is just that you began so suddenly, before I
was ready."

For a moment, Carter's mouth twitches into an evanescent smile. Then
she bows her head, and begins to turn the handle very gently, so that
the oscillator does not move. Gradually she turns faster and faster,
until Shipman suddenly tenses, and a faint buzzing noise can be heard
from the direction of her lap.

Miss Paulson momentarily turns from Kershaw's noble struggles - as
with Miller, the crises seem to be succeeding one another with ever
greater rapidity - to see Shipman bouncing upon her chair, her fists
trembling in agitation, her eyes tight closed and mouth pursed as if
she were holding her face immersed in cold water. And there is Carter,
placidly turning the generator handle, her face betraying no emotion.
Only the intensity of her gaze, which never wavers from Shipman,
contradicts her air of indifference. Eventually, without warning, she
lifts her hand from the generator, her fingers poised in mid-air.

Shipman beats her fists once more, this time in frustration. "O why did
you stop?"

"We have five more to do, Shipman. I shall not set the others to run as
fast as that one."

"Why not? Some may prefer them like that."

"Yes, and some may prefer them slower," rejoins Carter with
indifference.

Carter uncoils lengths of wire and holds them out for Shipman to snip
off at the correct length.

"One of them is to go to the infirmary, I think."

"The infirmary? Why?"

"Miss Paulson has adopted my suggestion."

Carter's movements stop. She looks at Shipman warily. "Suggestion?"

"Yes." Shipman preens herself a little. "I thought that the oscillator
might offer some relief for certain ailments." Shipman looks a little
more sharply at Carter. "Don't you think?"

Carter sees the twitch of Shipman's smile and blushes. "Perhaps," she
mutters, busying herself with another of the generators.

Shipman giggles knowingly, and is gratified to see Carter's blush
intensify.

"Take this," says Carter more brusquely, thrusting the generator
towards Shipman. "Help me get this next one working." And while
Shipman turns the handle, Carter carefully adjusts the mechanism until
it begins to emit a low buzzing sound.

"Do you think that's quite fast enough?" asks Shipman solicitously.

Carter tucks it into her lap, crosses her legs and closes her eyes.
She reposes her hands daintily upon her crossed knees, one on top of
the other. Watching her, Shipman continues to turn the handle. After a
little while, Carter flexes her spine and makes an appreciative little
murmur.

At once, Shipman stops the generator. "I think it's too slow."

"This one is for the infirmary. We do not want it to be too rough.
Besides, it is soothing. You try it."

They exchange devices and Shipman composes herself. After a few
moments, her face relaxes. "Aah," she breathes. "Ah, yes..." Carter
continues to turn the handle. Soon it is Shipman's turn to moan her
appreciation. But when her hands begin to clench themselves into
fists, Carter stops at once.

"Oh you..." Shipman scowls in disappointment. But there is something
bewitching in Carter's expression. Her eyes are bright, her mouth
struggling to conceal an inner amusement. "Lucy..." growls Shipman,
but she cannot suppress her smile either, now.

"We have yet four more, Shipman," Carter says lightly, plucking the
little machine from the folds of Shipman's frock and setting it down
upon the desk with exaggerated daintiness. She arranges the wires,
flickering her fingers in a mockery of fastidiousness.

Carter is so pale; her movements so quick, the curve of her neck so
graceful, that Shipman suddenly wants to... - Shipman gasps. She dares
not think what it is she wishes to do, yet she can scarcely refrain
from translating thought into action.

"So do you approve, Shipman?" Carter asks with an air of nonchalance,
handing her companion the clippers and holding up a length of wire.

"Approve?" Shipman snips the wire next to Carter's fingers.

Carter's eyes roll behind her pince-nez. "Of the setting for the
oscillator?" Her voice is light, teasing. "Is it not most wonderfully
relaxing for the muscles?"

Shipman's eyes blaze in frustration. Her mouth hardens into a tight
line. "Lucy, Lucy..."

Carter can no longer suppress her smile. "Do you not think so? I
thought it most delightfully relaxing, most..." And then the intensity
of Shipman's gaze checks her. Her lips part, her breast heaves and she
gives a little gasp before turning back to busy herself with
connecting the wire to the next generator.

Shipman, who is devouring her with her eyes, cannot ignore the outline
of Lucy's nipples, tense beneath the soft, worn cloth of her blue
school dress.

"Are the new machines working correctly?" Miss Paulson is right beside
them, and they are suddenly frozen, motionless.

"We have encountered no difficulties so far, miss," Lucy says
eventually, in a strange, toneless voice.

"Good." Neither Shipman nor Carter react in any way. "Very good." Miss
Paulson turns away. There is definitely something going on between
those two.



Miss Paulson claps her hands twice. "Very well, ladies," she calls,
"that concludes our work for this evening. Shipman, I think you have
tested that oscillator quite sufficiently."

"Yes, miss," Shipman responds meekly, placing the sixth and final
oscillator on the desk beside its fellows.

"Miller, I see you have been working hard on your notes."

"Yes, miss." Miller blushes and turns the pages of her exercise-book.
"Here they are, miss."

Miss Paulson takes the book and reads silently for a moment.
"Goodness, Miller," she says after a little while. "This is very...
poetic... but most expressive, nevertheless. Goodness!" As she reads,
Miss Paulson seems to be becoming a little agitated.

"Please miss, what does she say, miss?" asks Clark.

"You will have to read it for yourself, Clark. Oh my, this is very
well done, Miller."

"Thank you, miss."

With an effort, Miss Paulson closes the book and clasps it to her
breast. "As we have seen," she begins bravely, "the new device seems
to bring about the same beneficial effects as the electrical current,
but more quickly and with greater directness. I was going to say that
it worked like clockwork, but soon I expect we shall be saying that it
works like electricity!"

There is a ripple of laughter, but Carter suddenly looks thoughtful.
Shipman notices at once.

"I am making a quite serious point now, ladies; for we are at the dawn
of a new age of mankind, the age of electricity. Electricity will
change the way we live, and even the way we speak. One day people will
think of clockwork as primitive and antiquated.

"But let us turn back to what we have learned this evening. We noticed
very pronounced sympathetic reactions this evening, but particularly
in those who had experienced the oscillator, when they witnessed its
application to a new subject - did we not, Miller? Kershaw?"

"Yes, miss." Both answer demurely, but their blushes attest to the
force and liveliness of the reaction.

"We have done well to set down in as much detail as we can the
personal experiences of those who have experienced the electrical
current, and those who have experienced the effects of the oscillator.
However, in order to produce truly scientific results, we shall need
to formulate a hypothesis about the effects of these treatments in
terms of something that may be measured objectively. Does everyone
know what I mean by 'objective'?"

Many hands shoot up, Shipman's the first by a small margin. It is late,
and Miss Paulson decides to ignore them all this time.

"Good. Shipman has suggested one hypothesis. Before our next meeting I
should like the rest of you to give the matter your careful thought,
and see whether you can think of any other hypotheses which may be
conveniently measured.

"We shall be donating two of the new oscillators to the infirmary. I
have spoken with Matron about this, and she has agreed to allow us to
investigate the effectiveness of these devices in the treatment of
certain ailments, particularly muscular strains and... female
discomfort."

There is a little murmur of interest.

"That may give you ideas for suitable hypotheses we might formulate
and test." Miss Paulson looks around the room, catching the eye of
each of her disciples in turn. "Think hard, ladies, and we will begin
our next session by discussing your ideas.

"Very well: our meeting is over. Walmsley will assist me in putting
away the equipment."

At these words, Miss Paulson catches a rather knowing glance from
Shipman. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply in her attempt to
avoid an unseemly blush. But she is rescued by the sound of the bell
for evening assembly.

"Fear not, Walmsley, I'll conduct the assembly," says Benson, who
secretly believes that she cuts a more imposing figure than the Head
Girl.

"Thank you, Benson."

Carter is one of the first to leave, but Shipman hurries after.

"Oh, Miller!" Miss Paulson calls her back just as she is about to leave
the classroom.

"Yes, miss?"

"I have been concerned that some of the younger girls in the infirmary
might be a little afraid of using the oscillator. It occurs to me that
since you have experienced its effects, and have written about them so
beautifully, you might be the best person to introduce them to its
use."

"Yes miss. Very good, miss."

"Very well. You may go now."

Miller curtseys submissively. "Thank you, miss."

Aware of her pursuer, Carter has dodged into a dark stair-well off the
main corridor. But Shipman is close on her heels.

"Don't touch me, Shipman!" Carter is panting. She finds it difficult
to breathe. "What do you want? O Ship - Oh no no no no!"

There is the sound of footsteps in the corridor behind them, and then
Miller's voice: "Ship? Ship, where are you?"

Taking advantage of Shipman's momentary distraction, Carter breaks
away, and quick as a flash, disappears into the throng.

"O Ship, there you are! You'll never guess what!" Miller has blundered
into Shipman, hands waving in glee.

Shipman gulps. When she manages to speak, her voice is dull. "Yes?"

"Why, Miss Paulson has said that I should introduce the oscillator to
the girls in the infirmary!"

"Oh. Good for you, Miller. Good for you." Shipman's tone is
unenthusiastic, and Miller is momentarily deflated. But then she
scampers after Clark, who is a far more gratifying audience.

Meanwhile, in the classroom, "There, that's the last of them put away,"
says Miss Paulson, closing the cupboard. "Why, Carry - what are you -
Why are you locking the door? O Carry, darling, we can't! Not here!
Someone might come!"

"Yes, Georgie," says Carry, taking Georgie by the waist. "And that
someone might be you..."

"O Carry... I cannot..."

"Mmm?"

"I cannot..."

"Mmm?"

"I cannot... resist you..."



"Good afternoon, Shipman. Can I help you?" It has been several days
before Shipman has been able to muster the courage to visit Miss
Paulson's cottage.

"I beg pardon for intruding, miss," says Shipman with a gracious
curtsey, "but I wondered if Miss Carter would like to join me for a
walk."

Miss Paulson studies Shipman for a moment. She seems anxious, a little
drawn. "Very well. She is very busy with her mathematics. But I will go
and ask."

"Thank you, miss." Shipman drops another curtsey.

Upstairs, there is a whispered conversation.

"I don't wish to see her."

For a moment, Miss Paulson is tempted to stand on her dignity, and not
be used by this impossible pair as their go-between. But clearly
emotions are raging on both sides. "Then what am I to say?"

"Say that... that I do not wish to be added to her collection."

"But what does that mean?"

Carter's eyes are like coals. "Shipman will understand perfectly."

Miss Paulson sighs. "Very well, Lucy."

When Shipman sees Miss Paulson return, there is a look of desperation
in her face. "What did she say, miss?"

"I do not know what she means. She said that she does not wish to be
added to your collection."

"She said... she said..." Shipman's eyes fill with tears and she turns
away.

Miss Paulson's heart melts. And more: it is as if she is abnormally
sensitive to Shipman. If her customary impish cheerfulness grates like
sand-paper, Shipman's desolation is even more unbearable. It is like a
beacon of despair, a sinister omen. Miss Paulson puts her hands on
Shipman's shoulders. "I am sorry, Shipman. I do not know what she means
to say, but truly I am sorry."

"No... no..." Shipman's shoulders heave. "It is I who am sorry. Do not
tell her, I beg you... Do not say anything to her..." and Shipman
scurries off without a backward glance.



That evening, Lucy Carter presses Miss Paulson to write in her fairer
hand the completion of the treatise on springs. Miss Paulson is bent
over the table, and Lucy stands behind her, directing her in a tense,
urgent voice. It is her habit now to wear her eye-patch in the
evening, and this gives her a menacing air.

"No, no! Down a little! Yes, just there. Omega-p."

"Lucy, there are times when I wish that I understood what all this
means."

"For me, miss? For me, this means the chance of freedom."

Miss Paulson speaks while writing. "You are lucky, Lucy, to be able to
hope for freedom."

"Why, miss: why do you say that?"

"I..." Miss Paulson puts her pen down. "I cannot say." She lets out a
sob, but then masters herself. "I am sorry, Lucy, I am feeling
miserable this evening. Let us not talk about it. Let us get on with
our work." She smiles bravely. "It is good for me to distract myself."

Lucy kneels beside her. "No, tell me, tell me, Miss Paulson."

Miss Paulson shakes her head. Despite her resolve, her eyes are
welling with tears again. And then she smiles, despite herself. "It is
ridiculous," she sighs. And yes, it is: the prospect of losing Carry,
of having to leave Hepplewhite, these seem tragic enough. But if the
truth be told, it is the misery, the desolation she glimpsed in
Shipman's face that afternoon, which epitomize and give form to her
own despair.

"If it upsets you, Miss Paulson, it cannot be ridiculous," demurs Lucy
earnestly. "Is it about... is it about Carry?"

Miss Paulson nods.

"But what? But what? Does she not love you?"

"Yes!" Miss Paulson laughs. She looks up at the ceiling and flashes a
sudden, radiant smile. "Yes, she loves me, Lucy." But then her
expression is grave. "But what can come of it? We cannot resist one
another, Lucy. It is a kind of madness. And the longer it persists,
the more tragic I fear its effects will be. Whether it will all erupt
in scandal, I cannot tell. She is so... so impetuous! And I, who
should know better, I cannot deny her!"

Lucy takes Miss Paulson's hand and presses it comfortingly.

"And do you know, Lucy? I am tormented by a vision of the future. It
ought to be a thing of beauty, but to me it is a nightmare."

"O what is that?"

"I see Carry, ten years from now, sitting in a garden, on a white
chair, in a lovely white dress." Miss Paulson speaks slowly,
reflectively. "At her feet, her beautiful children, playing on the
grass. And beside her, a great bear of a man - her husband - the man
her family ordained her to marry. And he is proud. And she is happy.
And she has forgotten, quite forgotten..."

"Oh no, Miss Paulson..."

"Yes... but I shall never forget..." Miss Paulson's voice is weary,
resigned.

Lucy shakes her head in distress. "But Miss Paulson - this vision - it
need not be!"

Miss Paulson's eyes are huge, her mouth suddenly firm. She takes Lucy's
face in her hands. "O Lucy, you are young. You do not know. I have
lived with this vision for months now." She shakes her head. "It will
be, Lucy."

"But why?"

"Lucy, it is the law of life. I see her children. And they are so
beautiful! I cannot - Lucy, I cannot - stand in their way. I think I
love them as much as I love Carry."

"Then come away with me. If you cannot stay here - come away with me
to Russia!"

Miss Paulson looks piercingly, imploringly into Lucy's eyes. "But what
shall I do? How can I live?"

"There is the Smolnyi institute. There they teach English - and French
- and you could teach science, and more besides... Really, it is just
like Hepplewhite... When I send my monograph... we shall write, to
Uncle Fyodor. And we will tell him of all your scientific studies. He
will find a place for you."

"O Lucy dear, it is so sweet of you to try to cheer me up." Miss
Paulson gently removes Lucy's eye-patch, and tucks a stray lock of
hair back behind her ear. "Do you know that you are beautiful?"

"Oh no... no, Miss Paulson." Lucy is aghast.

"Not like dear Carry." Miss Paulson manages a feeble smile. "Not like
her. Hers is a beauty anyone can see. But yours is hidden. It is
deeper. But it is there, Lucy. I have seen it."

"Oh Miss Paulson!"

"I am not the only one, Lucy." Miss Paulson relinquishes her, and turns
back to the papers on the table, pretending to look at them.

"What do you mean?"

"Lucy... I am going to break a promise."

"I do not understand."

"When... when Shipman came for you this afternoon..."

"Yes?" Lucy draws back in apprehension.

"And I gave her your message..."

"What? What?"

Suddenly Miss Paulson leaps up from her chair. "O! I cannot bear it! I
cannot bear it!" And she scurries up the stairs to her room, slamming
the door behind her.

And as Lucy hears Miss Paulson cast herself upon her bed, weeping
piteously, she feels a heaviness in her heart, and a sense of unknown
destiny pressing upon her. She rises and seats herself in an armchair
before the fire, stiffly upright, her hands clasped in her lap. In the
ruddy light of the fire, and the yellow glimmer of the table-lamp, her
face gleams pale, her eyes dark, staring sightlessly into an unknown
future.



"Thank you for coming, gentlemen," rumbles the Duke as they seat
themselves round the table. "Glad you could spare us some time,
Carter. And since no doubt you have many pressing matters to attend
to, perhaps you'd be so good as to give us the benefit of your
consideration first of all."

Henry Carter hunches his shoulders and wriggles uncomfortably into his
chair. His usual decisive, humourless demeanour has been emphasized
recently by a haggard, anxious look. Over the last few days he has
begun to feel unwell. It gives his words an added urgency, and seems
to draw greater respect from his hearers.

"I will speak plainly, your grace. This is an interesting proposition.
We may lament it, but in fact your thesis holds true. It is women who
direct the spending of a great deal of our money. This could be the
spur to a successful manufacturing enterprise."

The Duke coughs happily and leans back contentedly in his chair.

"And from what you tell me, you need a mere... what? Three quarters of
a million. That is easily come by - for the right proposition.
However, it has one problematical aspect: it is new. And as we know,
subscribers are creatures of habit."

"Very true, very true," murmurs Fearnley. Matson looks up sharply.

"What I would recommend..." Carter speaks slowly and pauses for
effect.

"Yes?" His grace is leaning forward now, suddenly alert. This Carter
is one of Carraghers' brightest stars, and his pearls of wisdom are on
no account to go unheeded.

"...is that you have a second line of products."

"A second line?" The Duke tries to say it in a brisk, intelligent
voice, but it sounds inept, nonetheless.

"Yes. A manufacturing line that subscribers will see and recognize as
good for reliable revenue. It is..." - Carter leans back and looks at
the ceiling - "It is always more appetizing to the subscriber if, as
well as some innovative aspect to the business, there is some
sure-fire, reliable source of the bread and butter."

"Oh, quite." The Duke frowns briskly and clasps his hands before him on
the desk. "So... what would you suggest?"

"Arms."

"Arms?"

"Certainly. The market in arms is very brisk at present."

"Ah, that is good..." Matson is smiling at a corner of the ceiling. "I
recently had a rather beautiful idea..."

"Go on," urges the Duke.

"A very simple mechanism that could be fired from cannon..." The
engineer holds his long, slim fingers together thoughtfully.

"Yes?"

"For insurrections, and that sort of thing..."

"Yes?"

"Very cheap to manufacture, very elegant... Just take the leg off below
the knee..."

"Just the thing!" cries Carter, his grey eyes suddenly focused on some
distant point, as if watching a ragged crowd falling in bloody
confusion.

The Duke slaps the table and guffaws. "Well I'm damned!"

Carter turns to him. "You are intending to use this young man, your
grace?"

"Yes of course. This is Matson."

Carter narrows his eyes and looks at Matson approvingly. "He will be
good. With someone like this, I think the company will be most
attractive... most attractive."

The Duke sends a significant glance to Fearnley.

"Well... that's really all," says Carter, leaning bac

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