“No comments?” asked Altenberg.“Sorry. No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep...truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but it was too depressing. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes,. Elaine here will do most of that. Of course I too will see to your lessons. But we need an answer now. "Bill hung his head, still sniffling and humiliated in a small voice said."I have no where else to go Auntie, I want to stay here." Very well Bill. You may stay here. We need to administer your first lesson right now. "Janice went over and sat on a straight backed chair. Smoothing her skirt she sat down and told Bill to come here. Bill walked over and stood by his Aunt. She told him to lie. It was so erotic for me, I reached up and felt his balls with one hand and held his penis with the other. He started thrusting it back and forth, I just sat there using my tongue and producing a lot of saliva. After about a minute or 2 he pulled me 2 my feet and lead me to the den. He laid me down on the sofa and lifted my legs up so he could remove my shorts, jus just my panties remaining he parted my legs, I had one foot on the floor and one on the sofa, he climbed on top of me with his penis. Will finally gets up the nerve and asks me to dance. After the cocktails we have shared my guard is completely down and I agree. At first he holds me loosely as we maneuver across and around the dance floor. He surprises me my dipping me at the end of the song and I laugh. He pulls me up and I lose my balance and fall in to him. The music begins again, a slow sultry number. He keeps me held tight against him and we sway slightly, barely moving. We stare in to each others eyes, messages of.