“What are you trying to do?” Lunn asked.“Will you take me in your arms?”With some moaning from her and grunting from him they managed to face ...ach other without falling from her narrow bed. She saw his eyes studying her face, and she asked, “What?”A wicked smile appeared on his face and said, “You look like you’ve been fucking all night.”Alice pinched his nipple as she retorted, “It’s your fault, for being insatiable.”He countered, “Look who’s talking! You kept on shouting; more, more!”Alice. I would stage whisper, “Father, did you tell them to do that to mother?”I was sent away to Mademoiselle Michelle’s School for Young Ladies to be out of sight and out of mind. I was not going to accept that fate. As a residential school for females often has many innocent students, a more sexually knowledgeable, though entirely self-educated girl like myself had many opportunities to pull the ears of the enforcers of morality. I introduced several very young girls to the joys of self-pleasuring. Because you know you wish to know what is known, what can be known. You wish to experience, to help bring about..." She paused, as if contemplating the right word. " ... the sensualness of what can be."That made no fucking sense."If you are one of us, you will know, and knowing, will know knowledge. Thank you." Miriam bowed her head.Wait ... that was it? Sarah looked around. The others were equally confused. She looked around for Lily, still not seeing her. Well, naturally not. If she thought. I said to myself that there is some chemistry going on between those two. I never saw it coming, nor did I expect what the future would unfold. Monday the 18 th of June was Clarissa’s birthday. No longer a teenager, she had blossomed into an attractive young woman. No longer a virgin and now bi-sexual, the world was her oyster. We had all planned to have a birthday party for her at a local restaurant in town. The restaurant we chose was Henri’s Brasserie in John Street which has a great range.