Chapter 10
I spent the night in the villa near Whiteside, all alone in a big bed that Mrs. Bayer designated for me. Her large mansion had numerous rooms which were for her guests and I was entitled to one of them as well as her other employees and George Monk. Everyone had his or her private room.
I don't know what the others were doing but as for me I spent that first night behaving perfectly. I passed the night alone.
Corrine came in before I went to sleep and placed a tender kiss on my forehead.
"Sleep well. And don't worry about the others. Those who still want to play can do so...But as for me, I have to admit it I can't make love more than once a day. It empties me completely. I guess I'm getting old."
"No, my darling," I protested. "When the pleasure is great, it is hard to recuperate so easily. It counts as much as two or three times of normal love making. I don't like to overdo it either. I have enjoyed the flavor and act that you have submitted me to.
Happily, Corrine smiled and was consoled and thanked me for not saying anything against her age.
"You are composed of royal stuff," she said. "What you are looking for is the rare and the meaningful."
We parted on these words, happy to have had this wonderful exchange of thought.
During my sleep, I dreamt of Corrine. I crushed her in my arms and covered her with kisses. But when I woke up I was holding the pillow in my arms instead.
I got out of bed, and went to prepare my toilette. I left my room with a flowery summer frock.
A maid was passing in the hallway and I asked where her mistress was. With a smile the maid indicated a room where I discovered Corrine with her husband Alan, who she was embracing with passion. On seeing me enter, they both greeted me like old friends.
Corrine got out of bed and she was standing before me in a night gown and kissed me lovingly on the mouth while her hand caressed my breasts moving down my hips.
"Did you sleep well, my love?"
"Very well, and you?" I asked.
"Perfect. Now I am busy with my husband who has me worried."
"What is the matter?" I looked troubled.
"He is the only man that I really love. Besides ] e him more as a child than asa husband...I want him to be different from me and I want him to be a normal human being."
"I don't understand!"
Her husband Alan interrupted the conversation "My wife who is 'inverted' doesn't want me to be the same. She is a homo-sexual and she doesn't want me to be one. It's abnormal to be normal when a couple is in love."
He began to laugh paradoxically and he made me laugh for I found him very funny with his triangular head and squirrel-like face. Only Corrine remained solemn.
"It may seem funny to you, darling but you're the only male that I'm in love with. I want you to join the ranks of men and I want you to be a real man. And I'll even say, that if you want me to I'll make love to you. I hate to be touched by men, but if you become one, you can have me when you want..."
At that moment, George Monk, the man who presented me to Mrs. Bayer, entered the sleeping room. He was dressed in his pajamas and offered us all respectful kisses. He continued the conversation thai we had started, and explained that he was wellversed on the subject.
While he was talking, Corrine snuggled up to her husband and bestowed kisses on his little face. I felt somewhat jealous in front of this spectacle.
"I can't tell you how much I am horrified by the phallus symbol," Corrine said on grabbing the penis of her husband. "But this pleases me and excites me and however if I asked him to stick it in my crack or my ass, Alan would be repulsed."
Her husband smiled while his eyes rested on George's fine features.
"That man delights me. If he would like I'd give in to all his caprices."
George lifted his shoulders. Corrine came up to me and kissed me and then looked over the two men.
"I don't like to see my Alan suffer so...I understand him so well and I feel that I am suffering along with him, his same desires and deceptions." George contemplated Mrs. Bayer and said: "If you only knew how much I desired you. What a comedy love is. You refuse me and you let me have your Alan who desires me and who I must refuse, and who refuses you and who you love...Decidely the world is badly arranged."
Corrine remained somber in her thoughts and then perked up.
"Let s try to settle all this. If we could augment our perversity to satisfy our desires. Perhaps if we can force our complexities we may wind up becoming simple. I propose that everyone make love with whom he has chosen."
We all looked at her astonished and bewildered. It was too complicated to be explained.
"It's really very simple. Everyone shall make love with the one he would not think of doing it with and at the same time thinking of the one he desires. Use your imagination a little. It's merely a case of exciting everyone involved in one way or another.
"And how would that be? " I asked, "It will be necessary that one of us is entirely devoted; let's say George' for example."
"And what would that mean?" asked the writer.
"Well you would begin by taking Alan from behind." Alan's eyes sparkled. "With pleasure."
But George didn't seem too happy with this sort of proposition.
"And who you propose for me, Corrine?"
"The spectacle of my exciting body. You won't be seeing Alan who will be taking you from behind. You will only be eyeing me. Besides I will do everything in my power to prevent you from being disconcerted. I'll keep you from thinking of other things. And you, Madeleine, you will help me...Come with me..."