"A few minutes' repose served to renew our energies. I now placed a large cushion on the bed, and taking her in my arms I made her recline against it in such a way that I could easily enter her body while in a standing posture. She passed one arm around my neck, the other around my body and her two breasts beat against my chest. My instrument was soon buried in her glowing sheath. I pushed vigorously, and her breasts rebounded, quivered with the shock--even our very hair intermingled. She was beyond herself and could continue her passion no longer, but opening her thighs to the utmost extent she discharged, and I did the same, her pleasures being a hundred times increased as she felt the warm liquor rushing into her womb. "We soon recovered ourselves. This time I seated myself on the bed and drew her, naked as she was onto my knees. How delicious was the sensation of her warm bottom to my thighs! She impaled herself on the object of her divinity--she now moved herself rapidly up and down, but I did not let her finish in this manner, but turning her around with her face towards me, I carried her to a sofa and lay panting and heaving on her bosom. She began to wiggle her bottom again and in a few moments we again dissolved in bliss. "The time had now arrived for us to separate, and hurriedly dressing ourselves we bade an affectionate farewell to each other. I never saw Helen after this--for my uncle died suddenly, leaving me his heir, and Helen was married shortly after and went south to live. "Soon after coming into my uncle's estate I moved to New York, and took up my residence at the St. Nicholas Hotel, determined to see a little life before settling down as a steady man. I had been at the hotel but a few days when I made the acquaintance of a gentleman about my own age. His name was George Darville and he was a first-rate fellow. In the course of conversation we struck on subjects of an amorous character and I soon discovered that my friend was no novice in the field of Venus. That same evening we went together to Niblo's Garden and took our places in the parquet. Just before the curtain rose I stood up from my seat to gaze around the house. My eyes were immediately arrested by a beautiful girl stationed in one of the private boxes. She was the most perfect blonde I had ever seen. Her hair was a glossy auburn, and shaded a face that might have served for the model of Titian's Venus. Her features were regular, her eyes a deep blue, shaded by long eyelashes which gave a dreamy expression to her lovely countenance. Her lips were full and sensuous; a lovely carnation hue, evidently nature's own coloring, adorned her soft velvet cheek. Her neck and shoulders, for she wore a low-necked dress, were as white as Parian marble and her bust was full and voluptuous. I immediately turned to George and asked him if he knew her.