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  It will be of no use, Angelo, to give you any further description of my enjoyment of this adorable child, but the agonizing reflection that I must part with my delicious prize nearly drives me to distraction. During cooler moments I have explained to her the necessity of a separation, and pointed out to her the danger of her remaining in this country. The solemn assurance I have given her of her safety from the fangs of the Church have tended to comfort her. But then, Angelo, how can I force myself to part with so voluptuous a creature? Advise and counsel your friend.

  Pedro

  The Lifted Curtain

  Translated from the French by Howard Nelson

  The following day, my father was given a letter which seemed to please him. After having read it a second time, he spoke to me.

  'My dear Laura, it is time for you to have a governess. One is arriving tomorrow. Although she comes with the highest recommendations, I have to see her for myself to make my own judgment if they are exaggerated or not.'

  I was totally unprepared for such news which, for some reason, greatly saddened me. Without knowing why, I was uncomfortable at her presence and I did not like her even before I had seen her.

  Lucette arrived the day before she was expected. She was a big girl around nineteen or twenty with an opulent bosom, extremely white skin, a good but not unusual figure, a pretty mouth with carmine lips, and two perfect rows of enamel teeth. Immediately my preconception of her was changed. In addition, she had an excellent character, an abundance of gentleness and kindness, and a winning way. I was completely taken by her, and we soon became the most intimate friends. It was evident that my father was more than satisfied with her.

  Envy and jealousy are strangers to my soul. Besides, what arouses the desire of men often is not our beauty or our merit. Thus, for the sake of our own happiness, it is wisest to let them alone and not to worry. More often than not their infidelity is nothing more than a slight fire that goes out u soon as it is lit. Consequently, it is folly to torment oneself about it.

  Although I was not yet capable of reasoning in such a way at that time. I still felt no animosity towards Lucette. Besides, there was no diminishment in the signs of affection that my father bestowed on me. The only thing I perceived was his reserve when she was present but I put this down to mere shyness. Some weeks passed in this fashion until I finally noticed the attentions he was paying her. He never let an opportunity escape to reveal his feelings towards her. It was not long before I shared his sentiments for her.

  When Lucette expressed her desire to sleep in my room, my father readily gave his consent. When he awoke in the morning, the first thing he did was to enter our chamber in which our beds were side to side. This arrangement enabled him to make advances towards Lucette while pretending that he had come to see me.

  It was obvious that she was not rebuffing him, but she did not respond to his urgings as quickly as I would have liked her to, and I could not figure out the reason for her dragging feet. Loving my father as much as I did, I was of the opinion that everybody should feel towards him as I did. I could not help but chide her for her indifference.

  'Why don't you like my Papa?' I asked her one day. 'He seems to have such warm feelings for you. I think that you are very ungrateful.'

  She merely smiled at these reproaches, assuring me that I was doing her an injustice. She was right, for in a short time the apparent coolness vanished.

  One evening after supper, we retired to a salon where my father had coffee and liqueurs served. In less than half an hour, Lucette was sound asleep. At that, my father took me up in his arms and carried me to my room where he put me to bed. Surprised at this new arrangement, my curiosity was instantly aroused. I got up a few moments later and tip-toed to the glass door, whose velvet curtain I slightly pushed aside so that I could look into the salon.

  I was astonished to see Lucette's bosom completely uncovered. What charming breasts she possessed! They were two hemispheres as white as snow and firm as marble in the centre of which rose two little strawberries. The only movement they showed was from her regular breathing. My father was fondling them, kissing them and sucking them. In spite of his actions, she continued slumbering. Soon he began to remove all of her clothing, placing it on the edge of the bed. When he took off her shift, I saw two plump rounded thighs of alabaster which he spread apart. Then I made out a little vermilion slit adorned with a chestnut-brown tuft of hair. This he half opened, inserting his fingers which he vigorously manipulated in and out. Nothing roused her out of her lethargy.

  Excited by the sight and instructed by the example, I imitated on myself the movements I saw and experienced sensations hitherto unknown to me. Laying her on the bed, my father came to the glass door to close it. I saved myself by hastening to the couch on which he had placed me. As soon as I was stretched out on the sheets, I began my rubbing, pondering what I had just viewed and profiting from what I had learned. I was on fire. The sensation I was undergoing increased in intensity, reaching such a height that it seemed my entire body and soul were concentrated in that one spot. Finally, I sank back in a state of exhausted ecstasy that enchanted me.

  Returning to my senses, I was astonished to find myself almost soaked between my thighs. At first, I was very worried, but this anxiety was dispelled by the remembrance of the bliss I had just enjoyed. I fell into a deep sleep filled with dreams of my father caressing me. I was not yet awake when he came the next morning to awaken me with kisses which I eagerly returned.

  Since that day, my governess and he seemed to have a secret understanding, although in the morning he did not remain with us as he formerly did. Of course they had not the slightest suspicion that I was au courant as to what was going on, and lulled into a false security, during the day, they shamelessly flirted before retiring to my father's room where they remained for long periods of time.

  With justice, I imagined that they were going to repeat what I had already seen, and my ideas did not go any further than that. Nevertheless, I was dying to view the same spectacle again. The reader can picture to himself the violent desire that was tormenting me. Finally came the moment when I was to learn everything.

  Three days after the event I have just described, I took advantage of my father's absence to satisfy my burning curiosity. While Lucette was engaged in some task in another part of the house, I punctured a little hole in the silken curtain of the glass door.

  I had not long to wait to profit from my stratagem. On my father's return, he immediately donned a flimsy dressing-gown and led to his room Lucette, who was in equally casual attire. They were careful to close the door and draw the curtain, but my preparations frustrated their precautions, at least in part. As soon as they were in the room, I was at the door with my face glued to the glass by the lifted curtain. The first person to meet my eyes was Lucette with her magnificent bosom completely bare. It was so seductive that I could not blame my father for immediately covering it with quick, eager kisses. Unable to hold himself back he tore off her clothing, and in a twinkling of the eye, skirt, corset and chemise were on the floor. How temptingly lovely she was in her natural state! I could not tear my eyes from her. She possessed all the charms and freshness of youth. Feminine beauty has a singular power and attraction for those of the same sex. My arms yearned to embrace those divine contours.

  My father was soon in a state similar to his partner's. My eyes were fixed on him, because I had never seen him that way before. Now he placed her on the divan, which I could not see from my observation post.

  Devoured by curiosity, I threw caution to the winds. I lifted the curtain until I could see everything. Not a detail escaped my eyes, and they spared themselves not the slightest voluptuousness.

  I was able to perceive clearly Lucette stretched out on the couch and her fully expanded slit between the two chubby eminences. My father displayed a veritable jewel, a big member, stiff, surrounded by hair at the root below which dangled two balls. The tip was a scarlet red. I saw it enter Lucette's
slit, lose itself there, and then reappear. This in-and-out movement continued for some time. From the fiery kisses they exchanged, I surmised that they were in raptures. Finally, I noticed the organ completely emerge. From the carmine tip which was all wet spurted a white fluid on Lucette's flat belly.

  How the sight aroused me! I was so excited and carried away by desires I had not yet known that I attempted, at least partially, to participate in their delirium.

  So entranced was I by the tableau that I remained too long and my imprudence betrayed me. My father, who had been too preoccupied with Lucette, now, disengaging himself from Lucette's arms, saw the partially lifted curtain. On spotting me, he wrapped himself in his robe as he approached the door. I hastily withdrew, but he raised the drape and discovered me trying to beat a retreat.

  He stationed himself at the door while Lucette was dressing. Seeing that he remained motionless, I fancied that he had not noticed anything. Still curious to know what was going on, I returned to the curtain. My astonishment when I met his face on the other side can be imagined. I was thunderstruck with fright.

  By this time, Lucette had her clothes back on. My father pretended that nothing was amiss. Reminding Lucette of certain errands she had to carry out, he dismissed her, and I was alone with him.

  When he came up to me, I was trembling and pale with fear. But, to my great surprise, instead of castigating me, he took me in his arms and covered me with a hundred kisses.

  'Calm yourself, my dear Laurette,' he comforted me. 'Who in the world could have inspired the terror I see in your eyes? You need have no fear, my darling. You know that I have never harmed you. All I ask of you now is the truth. At this moment, I want you to consider me a friend rather than your father. Laura, I am your friend, and I beseech you to be sincere with me. Don't conceal anything from me. Tell me what you were doing when I was with Lucette and the reason for your peeking around this curtain. If you are honest, you will not have any reason to repent. If you aren't, my warm feelings for you will vanish and you can count on the convent.'

  The mere mention of the final word had always filled me with dread. What I had heard of the life in those retreats! I mentally contrasted life there to that with my father. Besides, I had no doubt that I had witnessed everything. Finally, from past experience, I knew the wisdom of avowing everything to him, and I blurted out the entire truth.

  Each detail I told him and each tableau I retraced, far from igniting his wrath, was repaid with kisses and caresses. I hesitated, nevertheless, at confessing the new, delicious experiences I had procured by myself, but he suspected them.

  'Darling Laurette, you still haven't told me all,' he remarked, as he passed his hands over my derriere and kissed me. 'You should not hide anything from me. Give me the whole story.'

  With some reluctance, I admitted that I had imitated his friction movements with Lucette, which had produced in me the most wonderful sensations. Even though I got all wet from doing it, I had repeated it three or four times, always with the same pleasure.

  'But, dear Laura,' he cried, 'seeing what I put into Lucette, didn't you get the idea of inserting your finger into yourself?'

  'No, Papa, the thought never crossed my mind.'

  'Don't try to deceive me,' he warned. 'You can't hide anything from me. Come over here so I can see if you are telling the truth.'

  'Honestly, Papa, I have told you the truth,' I protested.

  Using the most endearing words with me, he led me into his bedroom, where he stretched me out on a couch. He lifted up my skin and examined me carefully. Then, slightly opening my narrow slit, he tried to penetrate it with his little finger. The screams from the pain he was causing me made him stop.

  'It is all inflamed, my child. Nevertheless, I recognize that you have not lied to me. The redness undoubtedly is due to the friction you committed on yourself while I was with Lucette.'

  Now that I had lost my fear, I even told him that I could not obtain the pleasure I was looking for. The sincerity of my mouth was rewarded by a kiss from his. Then he lowered it, and with his tongue, tickled a certain spot that made me squeal with delight. I found this kind of caress new and heavenly. To bring my raptures to a peak he produced that member I had seen before. Involuntarily, I took it with one hand, while with the other, I opened his robe. He made no objection. I regarded with admiration and fondled that joyous instrument that I had seen disappear into Lucette's interior. How pleasing and unusual it was! From the first moment I touched it, I instinctively realized that it was the originator of pleasure. It went up and down in rhythm with the movement of my hand, which covered and uncovered the skin of the tip. Imagine my surprise when, after several moments of this sport, I saw gush out the same fluid that had flooded Lucette's thighs. As the last drops oozed, I noticed that he was trembling all over. I was happy that I had given a pleasure which I partially shared.

  When I released my sticky hand, he resumed his previous game with his tongue. I was dying of an ineffable bliss. I was suffocating, but he continued.

  'Dear Papa, stop it!' I pleaded. 'I can't stand it any longer.'

  I fainted in his arms.

  From that time on, everything became clear to me. What I had guessed before became a certainty. It seemed that the instrument I was touching was the magic key to understanding. Because of that organ, my father became even dearer to me. And my sentiments for him were returned in like measure.

  He led me back to my room, where my governess appeared a few moments later. I did not have the slightest idea of what he was about to say to her.

  'Lucette, from now on it is senseless to watch our step with Laura, for she knows everything.'

  Then he repeated to her everything I had related to him and showed her the curtain. She appeared very disturbed, but I threw my arms around her neck, and my embraces, along with the reasons I gave her, quickly dissipated the embarrassment she had evinced. Kissing us both, he told Lucette not to leave me out of her sight. He left, returning an hour later with a woman who, as soon as she was in the room, made me completely disrobe and took my measurements for a sort of garment, the form of use of which I could not guess.

  When it came time to go to bed, my father put me in Lucette's bed, admonishing her to keep an eye on me. Once again he departed, only to return a few minutes later and crawl in the same bed with us. I was between the two of them. My father held me in a tight hug. Covering with his hand the space between my legs, he prevented me from putting mine at that spot. I took his instrument, which surprised me because it was so limp and moist. I had never seen it in this pitiable state, imagining that it was always swollen, stiff and erect. But in my hand it was no longer slow in regaining the condition in which I knew it.

  Lucette, who perceived what we were doing, was shocked.

  'What you are doing with Laurette is outrageous,' she reproved him. 'Especially since you are her father.'

  'You are partially right, Lucette,' he replied. 'But it is a secret that I wish to confide to you. It is to Laura's own interest that she keep her silence. Circumstances make it necessary that I tell you both.

  'I had known her mother only fifteen days when I married her. The very first day after the wedding, I discovered her condition, but I considered it the wisest course to pretend not to notice it. In order that dates could not be put together, I took her to a distant province. After four months, Laura entered the world with all the vigour and health of a normal nine month infant. For six months more, I remained in that province, after which I brought the two back home. Now you recognize that this child who is so dear to me is not my own daughter in the strict sense of the word. Although she is not bound to me by flesh and blood, she is as dear to me as if she were.'

  Then I immediately recalled the reply he had made to my mother's reproaches. The silence she maintained no longer appeared strange.

  'But how could you have acted in such a way towards your wife?' Lucette wanted to know.

  'Oh, I was never close to my wife,' my fathe
r nonchalantly answered. 'The Count de Norval, to whom Laura owes her entry into this life, is a likeable nobleman, a fine figure of a man with a handsome face, possessing those qualities that interest women. I wasn't the least bit surprised to learn that my wife had succumbed to his attack. However, she unable to marry him, for her parents did not find wealthy enough for her. But if Laura is not my daughter by blood, the affection I have conceived for this adorable child renders her perhaps even more dear to me.