Chapter Four
A night was decided upon. I cannot say that I felt no nervousness at the prospect; it was a step into the unknown. But my overwhelming sensation was a barely suppressed excitement. I kept going over in my mind what to expect, how it would feel physically, what exactly Pierre intended to do with me. At last the time arrived. Helen climbed into my bed, as she did so often. We embraced and fondled each other, whispering in the dark.
“I hope so much it will be pleasurable for you, dear Jane,” Helen said. “I am sure he will be gentle and considerate. I want you both to enjoy it.”
“And will you enjoy watching?” I asked, still not entirely convinced that she would not suffer a little.
“I shall take great interest,” said Helen giggling. “I shall watch most attentively. Perhaps you
