Chapter Three
Some months had now passed since Helen and I had begun sharing a room. One night we had gone to sleep, for once not having pleasured each other, and then I woke in the middle of the night. I could see that Helen’s bed was empty. I lay awake, wondering what could have happened to her. After about an hour the door opened and she crept stealthily back into her bed.
“Where have you been?” I hissed.
“Shh,” she said. “I’ll tell you later. Go to sleep.”
For a week I pestered Helen to tell me what she had been doing, but she resisted. Obviously it must be a big secret if she would not tell me, since I was her best friend, as she often assured me. One night we were in bed together, slowly caressing each other, our hands working under our nightgowns.
“Why won’t you tell me?” I mur
