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.                       THE THREE COMPANIONS


                                BY


                              Mandil


  

The storm had been predicted earlier on the radio, and while he was
still fifteen miles away from Silver Face Mountain, snow began to
fall.


Samuel was thus relieved twenty minutes later when he saw the lights
on the tall cement and bricks posts on each side of the entrance that
led to the La Seignerie.

It was an expensive country resort, almost exclusively for its members
or for the rich travelers, in which category Samuel belonged. In
reality it was a country resort hotel as well as a club.

In the winter-time, sports facilities such as skiing and snowmobiles
excursions were available, whereas in the summer one could play golf,
swim in one of the two pools, go horse riding, not to mention boating
or tennis playing. In other words it was a secluded resort for those
who had money and also had the time to enjoy these activities or for
people who simply wanted to relax.

Samuel drove his car under the wide patio roof of the main entrance,
after giving his car keys to the parking attendant; he went inside the
massive twin oak doors. As soon as he passed through the doors he felt
the warmth, of the cathedral-like lobby, on his face.

The large room was almost completely deserted. He was quite familiar
with the magnificently decorated room, since for the last five years
he always came to La Seignerie to spent two or three weeks at this
time of the year.

As he walked on the thick carpet and around the hexagonal central
column that held the chimney of the six independent fireplaces, he
felt the radiating heat of each individual fire on the exposed parts
his body.

At a distance of about fifteen feet in front of each fireplace, there
were numerous, comfortable looking upholstered chairs, as well as
couches and coffee tables here and there in front or beside the chairs
or couches. Samuel knew that while seated in front of any of these
immense fireplaces, one got the impression of being in a medieval
castle.

Of course, the high ceiling with the thick supporting round logs beams
as well as the two circular walkways around the second and third story
of the resort hotel, did help to create that impression.

As soon as he got to the main desk, he was politely given the key to
his room and he left his suitcase to the registrar who immediately
rang for a bellboy to take the luggage to his room.
Since Samuel was in no particular hurry, he went to the bar for a
warming drink before eating supper - or dinner as they called it in
such a high-class hotel.

As he entered the bar, he was shocked to discover that beside the one
couple sitting at a table, he was the only other customer in the
place. The large television screen in the corner of the bar was on, so
he decided to sit on a stool in front of it for a while.

After ordering his favourite drink, - whisky on the rock - he began to
pay attention to the announcer who was talking about the storm. A huge
front from Canada was moving in and he was predicting that ten to
twelve inches of snow would fall in the next twenty-four hours.

This, plus the high wind, the announcer went on to explain, was a
combination that would make traveling extremely hazardous. He next
went so far as to warn those that intended to be on the road driving,
to change their plans and to wait until the worst of the storm would
be over.

Since it was already half past five and being also in the middle of
the week, the arrival of the storm was not going to improve things,
Samuel knew that the chances of others customers arriving that
evening, were extremely slim. He finished his drink then he went to
his room for a shower and a change of clothing.

Later he returned down to the dinning lounge to eat. He had expected
to find very few customers seated at the numerous tables, but not that
few. There were only two men beside him, and both being about his age,
were seated at different tables.

Samuel had been driving all afternoon and he was in the mood to talk
to someone now. Of course he would have preferred the company of
someone of the opposite sex, but since he had no choice on the matter
he decided to settle for one of the male companion in the dinning
room.

Walking to one of the occupied table, he addressed himself to the
seated man who had been watching him approaching his table.

"I see that you are alone. Since I am also by myself and since it
appears that it will be a very long evening, do you mind if I sit at
your table? Of course if you are not in the mood to talk, I will
understand."

"Do sit down, by all means. My name is Paul Duvall, and to whom do I
have the honor of talking?"

"My name is Samuel McNab, I am very pleased to meet you." 

The other lone customer, who was seated just two tables away, had
witnessed Samuel's introduction. He suddenly stood up and walked
toward the table of the two men.

"Excuse me, but I couldn't fail to hear what you said, before you go
on, I would also like to join you, if you have no objection of course.
My name is Peter Lockwell."

Both, Samuel and Paul shook hand with Peter and the three of them sat
down around the table.


The waiter, who had been a witness to everything, was soon standing
near their table. Paul told him, that the three of them would eat
together and to finish serving Peter - who had already began to eat -
at their table.

They ate and talked for well over an hour, and during that time they
discovered that the three of them were in a similar situation. Each
was very wealthy and none of them was married, but what was more
important, they loved to travel a lot and each knew how to appreciate
the company of the opposite sex.

After a while they got up and went to the bar, but before they had
time to order anything, the lights went our everywhere around them.
The two emergency lights that came on automatically a few seconds
later, - one in each corner of the bar - were just enough to allow
them to see the table in front of them.

Soon, one of the hotel attendants came in with a portable light, he
told them that he knew from a reliable source that the storm outside
was causing serious damages to both, the electric and telephone lines.
He also suggested that they should all move into the lobby in front of
one of the fireplaces where they would at least, benefit from the
light of the fire.

Of course it was the only sensible things to do, and soon they were
following him to the lobby where the lights and heat from the multiple
fires gave a mystifying appearance to the large room.

They each went to an upholstered chair which they moved in such a way
so as to form a semicircle with one of the fireplaces forming the
other half of the circle. Then the attendant placed a small table in
front of them so that they could finish their coffee there.

They talked for an hour or so and they learned more about each other,
but by the end of that time the lights were still out. Of course there
was no question of anyone going to his room since the absence of
electricity also met a lack of heat since all the rooms in the hotel
were electrically heated.

They thus had no choice on the matter except to remain in front of the
pleasant radiating heat from the flame.

Samuel suddenly had an idea. He went on to explain to his new friends
what they should do to past the time away, provided of course they all
agreed with his proposition.

"Most probably we will never see one another again after this night,
both of you are here for the first and probably last time. You Peter
are going back to Europe while Paul here will be leaving for his
hometown in Canada tomorrow. As for me, I do travel a lot like both of
you, but I will never settle anywhere else than in America. So the
chances of us ever meeting again after this night are extremely slim,
unless of course we arrange it so. Therefore, I propose that we each
reveal to one another our first sex experience, whatever it is and
with whomever it happened. Since I am the one to propose this, I will
be the first to start. But before I do, you must each agree to
describe your respective story without leaving a single detail out of
it"

Peter look at Paul then back at Samuel then he nodded. Soon Paul's
face had a pleasant smile and he also agreed. They then both looked in
Samuel's direction waiting for him to begin his erotic tale. After
taking a sip from his drink he began his tale.

  

                           SAMUEL'S STORY
  

  

When I was thirteen, I was living with my mother and my sister Brenda
in a small town in Vermont. At the time my father was not living with
us since it was at the beginning of the war and like most American
males of his age, he had been drafted into the army.

He was in England with thousands of others waiting for the generals to
decide when and where the invasion of France would begin. He never did
return home since he was killed in Normandy.

We were living in a rented house that was too hot in summer and very
cold in winter. When my father had been living with us, my sister
Brenda - who was a year younger than me - slept in the same room as I
did.

I was sleeping in the large bed while Brenda slept in a child's bed -
with high sides - that she had overgrown long before. As soon as my
father was drafted into the army, Brenda went to sleep with mother and
her bed was moved away into the attic.

We were poor then - so were the great majority of people at the time -
and the money that father never failed to send us each month was
barely enough to feed us and pay for the rent.

When he was killed while fighting for his country, we were left
penny-less and mother had to go to work. She got a job in an
ammunition factory working from eleven in the evening to eight in the
morning.

Those working hours pleased her since it allowed her to be with us
when we got back from school, it was also convenient for her since she
could do her housework during the day. She hadn't much time to sleep
of course, but this didn't seem to bother her.

On the first winter after father's death, Brenda - who was twelve then
- came down with a bad cold. She kept coughing all the time and it
seemed to get worst as the days went by. Mother finally took her to
see the doctor.

After questioning mother about the living conditions at home, he came
to the conclusion that the house was too drafty and much too cold. He
also told mother that Brenda should not sleep by herself if it was at
all possible. His argument was that the heat of two bodies under the
blanket in one bed was preferable than that produced by one person
sleeping alone.

But with mother away working during the night, Brenda was alone in
mother's bed, and to make matters worse, mother's room was at the
other end of the house, which was far from the single coal furnace in
the house. The furnace was situated in the hall opposite the door to
my bedroom.

That same day, after getting home from her visit to the doctor, mother
told us that from then on Brenda was going to sleep in bed with me in
my room where it was much warmer.

Of course she did explain to us that we were not to mention this
sleeping arrangement to anyone, and if the need should ever arise to
tell where Brenda was sleeping, we were to say that she slept with
mother. After all, said mother, Brenda's health was at stake and
everything else was secondary.

In less than a week, Brenda's coughing stop and her health improved a
lot. On the other hand, I soon got to appreciate her presence in my
bed next to me; it was indeed much warmer and cosier with the two of
us in it.

We slept together until late June when it got warmer and then mother
made her move with her in her own bed. During all those nights, while
my sister was lying next to me, it never occurred once to me, that I
was in bed with someone of the opposite sex. Brenda was my sister and
that was the end of it. Of course that first winter she was only
twelve and her curves were not much apparent yet.

During the following summer, Brenda's body underwent an enormous
change. For one thing, she became a great deal taller.

When we stood up, one next to the other; we were exactly the same
height - which of course didn't please me since she was a year younger
than I was.

She also gained weight, without being overweight she grew a great deal
more feminine with abundant breasts and plump upper thighs which I
noticed for the first time when we went to the beach in mid-summer.
While her waists line remained slim, her hips became wider and her
bottom grew round and firm.

Even when I noticed all of those changes in her, I still had no sexual
ambition toward her. In my mind she was like a flower than one can
admire without having to pluck it, you look at it and even smell it,
but to cut it out would be sacrilegious and unthinkable.

In other words, she was not for me and that was the end of it. Mother
still thought of us as children then, and even thought we were both
taller and probably stronger than her, in her eyes we were still six
or seven years of age.

Then the cold nights of autumn were back in Vermont, I was sure now
that since we were older, mother wouldn't ask Brenda to sleep with me,
cold or not. But to my astonisment, - although it didn't seem to take
Brenda by surprise - mother said to us one cold Sunday morning, while
we were eating breakfast.

"I think it's time for Brenda to move into your room Samuel. We
mustn't wait until her coughing begins once again."

I could scarcely hide my joy; it took a lot of self-control from my
part to pretend being indifferent to her decision.

For the remainder of the day I felt a strange excitement within me and
soon I began to anticipate the moment when mother would leave for work
and me and my sister would go to bed.

When that time came, the lights of my room were turned off before we
got undress on our respective side of the bed and I couldn't see much
at first. But just a little light was coming from the street light
through the window, and after my eyes got used to the darkness, I was
able to see Brenda's silhouette as she removed her skirt then her bra,
- it used to belong to mother - she had been wearing one only since
the middle of the summer.

She then lifted her arms to put on her nightgown and I clearly saw the
outline of her beautiful and firm breasts. The sight sent strange
sensations throughout my body. I was fully aware that I had no right
to experience these emotions and trills toward my sister, but I
couldn't help myself.

In school, especially since the beginning of the new school year, I
had often felt these same wonderful thrills while watching some of the
older girls move around.

Each time it was always accompanied by a stirring in my pants, which
often ended in a huge erection that I had to conceal afterward. On
these occasions, I would immediately force myself to think of
something else or face the risk of revealing my state of excitement.

But now, since the lightning in the room was very dim, there were no
chances of Brenda seeing my condition of excitement; thus I feasted my
eyes all I could. By the time I had my own gown on, Brenda was already
under the blankets shrivelling and telling me to hurry.

It took me well over an hour to fall asleep, even then it was a light
sleep and I was awaken not long afterward when the house made cracking
noises because of the intense cold outside.


By now Brenda was lying on her right side almost in the exact centre
of the bed, I could tell by the lump under the blankets that her
bottom had swollen greatly since the last time she had slept in my
bed.

I slowly turned on my right side also while at the same time being
careful not to disturb her too much. It was my intention to get my
hand somewhere on her body while I would pretend to sleep. I wanted to
feel her waist and bottom.

But as soon as I was in position lying on my side behind her, she
shoved her bottom against me and both our bodies came in contact
starting at the knees and ending at the shoulders. We had often slept
thus the previous winter since it did help keep the both of us warm.

But now she was a year older, and because of the great changes in her
body in the last year, the sharing of her bodily heat was quite
secondary: to me at least. Lying thus on her side near me, her long
brown hair was touching my left cheek and I could smell the perfume of
the soap that she used to wash it.

Her bottom fitted like a glove in the curvature of my lower body, and
it suddenly occurred to me that I now had a huge erection and it was
pressing in the crack of my sister's bottom. The thought of my prick
being separated only by the thin layers of both gowns and
undergarments, made my erection begin to throb against the crack and
cheeks of her bottom.

I then began to consider my situation, Brenda was my sister and to
purposely enjoy the contact of her body was very close to incest. I
therefore tried to pull away from her, but as soon as I moved toward
the edge of the bed, she shifted her bottom toward me and once again
she pressed it even harder on my pulsating hardness. Her presence so
close to me was exiting me to the point that I had trouble controlling
myself.

For a minute or so I tried to look at the possibility that she was not
asleep and thus doing this on purpose, but her regular breathing and
her light snoring soon reveal the truth about her state of sleep.

Beside, I knew that she was a very sound sleeper, and often she had to
be shaken very hard in the morning so as to get her fully awake. No, I
told myself, she had moved her bottom toward me simply in an
unconscious effort to follow the source of heat that my body emitted.

All of a sudden, without fully realizing what was happening to me, I
lost control of myself. My lower body, as though having a mind of its
own, began to shake back and forth and in the process I was rubbing my
erection deeper into the crack of her bottom.

Then a most satisfying sensation began to prevail all over my entire
body, this without my being able to prevent it. My hand, without my
mind willing it to do so, went on her waist at first and finally it
moved to her left breast over the material of her gown. My whole body
went out of control at that moment.

Without my being able to prevent it, I began to jerk forward very
rapidly thus rubbing myself faster against her bottom. The intense
climax that took hold of me shook my very soul.

I wasn't able to stop myself, but I knew exactly what was happening to
me. Before that night - especially during the last summer - I had
often rubbed my cock when I was alone in my bed. Each time I did so,
it gave me a great deal of pleasure and it always ended by the
eruption, from the tip of my cock, of a thick white discharge. Each
and every time I would masturbate, I would think of girls that I knew
in school or I would imagine older women that I had seen in magazines.

But now it was happening without my having to touch myself, and it
felt a hundred times better and stronger. My climax went on for well
over a minute ending only when I past our.

When I came to my senses - I don't know how long afterward - Brenda
was still pressed against me and my hardness was once again throbbing
against her. But it felt sticky, and I realized that both of our gowns
were smeared with the proof of what I had done.

I spent the rest of the night trying to remain awake so that a
repetition of what had happened would not occur again. Brenda was the
first to get up the next morning - not before I shook her for a while.

As usual, she put on her slippers and went to the bathroom. When she
came back I pretended to be asleep - the blankets covered my head
completely - and I watched her getting dress through on opening in the
pile of blankets over my head.

After neatly placing her socks, skirt and sweater next to her on the
bed, she sat on its edge and lifting her gown halfway up, she
proceeded to put on her long, light brown socks.

When this was done, she took two white, circular elastic bands and she
got busy sliding them one around each ankle. She next stood up with
her back to me and she proceeded to lift her nightgown well over her
knees, she then lifted each elastic band until it was well in place on
the edge of her sock around each thigh.

 From where I was, I had the most erotic view of her attractive long
legs; my hardness was proof enough of my appreciation of her usually
hidden upper thighs.

When she was done with her stockings, she put on her brown skirt under
her gown, then looking in my direction to make certain I was not
watching, - she must have decided that I was still asleep - she took
her bra from the chair and once again she sat on the edge of the bed.

 In one swift and quick motion, she lifted both arms over her head and
she pulled on the gown until it came off. Her back and neck were thus
completely naked and visible to me. I was so eager to have a look at
her exposed bosom that I was on the verge of throwing the blankets
aside and rushing out of my bed, but it would have ruined forever any
further attempt at watching her getting dress.

It took a lot of willpower from my part, but I did force myself to
remain very still. Brenda then turned sideways to pick her bra and I
was able to see her magnificent left breast. It seemed extremely firm
while being as big as any that I had seen in the girl's magazines. Her
nipple was light brown and was well situated in the centre of the much
lighter areola, which looked to me indecently large, being at least
ten times as large as mine.

Probably due to the cold temperature in the room, her nipple was
erected, being almost half an inch long. Once more I had to fight an
urge to reach for her, but I knew the terrible consequences of doing
so and I managed to restrain myself.

 Brenda placed her bra around her waist with the two cups at her back
while she tied the hooks in front. Next she rotated her bra so that
each cup was below each breast; after that she proceeded to lift it as
she pulled the shoulder straps over each shoulders.

 Once her bra was in place, she put on her yellow sweater and as soon
as this was done she finally got up and walked toward the small mirror
above the bureau.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a while, pulling her
sweater here and lifting her skirt there, finally she seemed satisfy
with her appearance and she walked toward me. My eyes were shut thighs
when she pulled the blankets well off me, I was glad that my lower
bodies and my erection were well hidden in the mattress.

"Get up Samuel, we will be late for school." 

Seeing that I instantly opened my eyes, she left the room and went
into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Once I had both feet on the
floor, I glanced through the open bedroom door, which was never closed
- it was the only way that heat from the single coal furnace in the
hall could dissipate into our room.

 Being satisfied that she was busy in the kitchen, I took her
nightgown from the chair and I examined it carefully at the back.
There was a large whitish, crusty circle there. Most probably, the
only reason she hadn’t noticed it, was the fact that it was way
at the back of her gown, and it was still somewhat dark in the room.

That day, while seated in school, I couldn't think of anything else
except what had happened during the night. But the combination of my
lack of sleep during the night, added to the many erotic thoughts that
came in my mind that day, had a tiring effect on me.

By the time supper was over that evening, I was dead tire. The minute
that I climbed in my bed later, I felt instantly asleep. I was awaken
the following morning by the noisy alarm at the side of the bed. But
once again I was still able to watch Brenda getting dress.

I didn't have time to feel angry with myself for sleeping the whole
night since we were already late for school. All day long I thought
about my next move with Brenda. It wouldn't do to rush things I told
myself. Even thought it would be so easy to feel and fondle her when
she was lying next to me in bed, I knew that it was still risky.

 No, I told myself that I had to go slowly and see how much she could
take without getting her awake. Even though she was an extremely deep
sleeper, she still was bound to find me out if I wasn't careful,
especially if I lost control of myself.

More still, in the back of my mind, I was aware that my constant
exploration or her body while she slept was going to lead to more
daring attempts from my part, and I couldn't predict where it would
all end.

I knew that fondling her body in bed was only a temporary solution, my
desire for her was much too strong now and sooner or later I would
have to take her all the way, sister or not.

She was exiting me beyond anything that I would have imagined only a
few days earlier, and this was scaring me. How could I possibly sleep
peacefully while in the same bed with someone that I was dying to take
in my arms and to make love to?

I had no right to plan or even think about making love to her. She was
my sister, and society didn't take too kindly on those who were caught
indulging in incest. It did exist a lot in those days though.

I knew for a fact that many boys who had sisters of their age, openly
admitted foundling them, and one boy in particular, Jack Barton, even
told me that he had often fucked his sister Carol even though she was
a year older than him. Jack often bragged about the fact that she
greatly enjoyed what they were doing together. In fact, as he once
said to me, most of the time she was the one coaxing him to fuck her
again and again.

At first I didn't believe Jack, but as he went on to describe the many
details about their lovemaking, it became evident to me that he must
have been telling the truth. How else could he know about these
things, which he was describing to me?


Yes, I wanted Brenda to feel toward me, what Carol felt toward Jack. I
wanted her to get as much pleasure out of this as I knew I would. But
how was I to initiate her to the pleasures of copulating with me
without causing her to panic?

Then I thought about an event that had occurred the previous winter.
It was a Saturday morning and I had gotten up early to go skiing with
a few of my friends. Before getting dress that morning, I had taken
off my gown and then my underpants so as to put on my long underwear.

 I had been completely naked in the room then, and as I searched in
the drawers of the bureau for my long underwear, I noticed in the
mirror that Brenda was staring at me. At the time it didn't bother me
to have her see me naked, to me then I felt the same as if I had been
naked in front of any boy in the shower room in school.

 So I just went on searching and I never gave it a second thought. But
now as I recalled that event, it occurred to me that she had been
watching me carefully and even though my cock at the time had been
limp.

It must have intrigued her to know that such a soft piece of flesh
could get inside a woman. There was no doubt in my mind that girls
knew and talked about these things when they were together in school,
and Brenda was not as ignorant about these matters as mother thought.

Therefore, I said to myself, why not give her the opportunity to get
acquainted with my cock, but this time I was going to give her the
opportunity to see it in all its ‘grandeur’ while it was
fully erected.

That same evening, I purposely lingered in the kitchen a couple of
minutes while she was in our room putting on her gown. When I got into
the room, she was just climbing into the bed.

The thought of parading naked - even if the room was in half darkness
- had already caused my cock to swell. I wanted to be very certain
that she didn't fall asleep before I had time to undress, so while
undressing on my side of the bed, I asked her how her friend Clara
was.


Clara had been taken to the hospital the previous day because of
severe pains in her abdomen. While Brenda explained to me that Clara
would be fine since the doctor discovered that her pains were due to
an appendix attack, she was to have her appendix removed in a day or
so.

While Brenda was talking to me, I pretended to be looking for my gown
while I purposely placed myself in front of the window where the
streetlight lit a portion of the room.

Of course I was naked and I had an erection that would have shame a
bull. She couldn't fail to see it because of the light in the street
as I slowly opened one drawer after another looking for my gown. I
even turned sideways to let her have a better look.

The fact that she stopped talking in the middle of a sentence was
proof enough of her noticing this. It took her several seconds before
she could finish what she had been saying. Purposely, I shoved my
lower body forward thus allowing my cock to boldly bounce back and
forth. At last I found my gown, and while standing in front of the
window, I made a show of putting in on.

When I climbed into the bed next to her, she didn't move toward me to
share our body heat, as she would have done normally. Instead, she
remained very still on her side of the bed and for a long time
afterward she turned one way then the other thus revealing that she
had trouble sleeping.

Apparently the sight of my naked body had disturbed her indeed but it
had had the opposite effect that I had anticipated. The sight of my
cock, instead of creating a desire in her to feel it, as I had hoped
it would do, it had scared her more than anything else. It was too
late now to change things, it had been a mistake to expose myself thus
and there was nothing I could do about it now.

I felt asleep before she did that night. In the middle of the night I
had to go to the bathroom and when I came back, Brenda moved against
me once more. She was in a deep sleep, as I could tell by her regular
breathing and it was evident to me that without realising it, she had
moved her butt toward the source of heat - which was my body.

A couple of minutes later I once again had my erection between the
crack of her bottom through the layers of material. Then, being very
careful not to awaken her, my hand began to slowly explore her body.

I paid a special attention to her waist and her left thigh. Then very
gently I placed the palm of my hand on her breast - over her gown -
while I began to slowly shove my lower body against her bottom.

Soon the excitement and pleasure that I felt became more important
than my need to be prudent and I proceeded to shoved my body faster
against her, while at the same time my hand over her breast proceeded
to knead and press in her soft flesh.

Once again I felt the crisis approaching, the pleasure that took hold
of me is too difficult to describe. But when the explosion arrived, my
whole body shook while my hand over her breast pressed and squeezed
the exiting mount of flesh.

At that moment I was certain that I was going to pull her out of her
sleep, but her only reaction was to mumble a few incoherent words as
she remained very still thus letting me use her body for my pleasure.

For the next two weeks her sleeping body became mine to use as much as
I dared. Thus by helping myself to her body, I made myself climax
every night and sometime more than once.

One night, as she lay with her buttock toward me, I became bolder.
Instead of pressing my hardness against her round bottom, I placed my
hand on the twin round spheres of her bottom cheeks and I gently
stroke her.

Soon I noticed that her gown - she must have moved around in bed - had
gotten high over her thighs. My hand was actually toughing the soft
and warm flesh of her thighs. Immediately I became exited to the
utmost.

Encouraged by this, I carefully pulled on her gown until it slid all
the way around her waist thus leaving her lower body covered only by
her white cotton panties. The thin material of her undergarment was
only barely hiding her bottom.

In those days, especially during the war, all girls wore the same kind
of white panties with an elastic band around the waistline and one
around each thigh. They were all alike in design while resembling the
bottom section of women bathing suites of those days, except that they
were white and a lot thinner of course.

Brenda was still asleep of course, I was now an expert in this sort of
exploration since each and every night I would wait for her to fall
asleep and I knew all of the signs to watch for.

On a couple of occasions while I was getting my pleasure with her body
she stirred a little, but each time, after a pause of a minute or so,
she would always resume her regular breathing. It was a good thing
that Brenda was a very profound sleeper or else she would have already
caught me by then.

I still can recall the time when she was about nine or ten, when she
used to sleepwalk. Once, in the middle of the night, she actually
walked outside the house.

This incident had occurred in summer, father had heard her then as she
was leaving the house, so she hadn't gone very far that time. I think
this is one of the reasons that mother insisted that she continue to
sleep in a child bed having high sides, even though she was much too
old for that sort of bed. Mother was hoping that the high sides would
prevent her from getting out when she was sleepwalking.

                                (end of part 1)
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