fake? Lingerie does it. Felt for the curves inside her deshabillé. Excites them
also when they’re. I’m all clean come and dirty me. And they like dressing
one another for the sacrifice. Milly delighted with Molly’s new blouse. At first.
Put them all on to take them all off. Molly. Why I bought her the violet
garters. Us too : the tie he wore, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers.
He wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met. His lovely shirt was
shining beneath his what? of jet. Say a woman loses a charm with every pin
she takes out. Pinned together. O Mairy lost the pin of her. Dressed up to the
nines for somebody. Fashion part of their charm. Just changes when you’re
on the track of the secret. Except the east : Mary, Martha : now as then. No
reasonable offer refused. She wasn’t in a hurry either. Always off to a fellow
when they are. They never forget an appointment. Out on spec probably. They
believe in chance because like themselves. And the others inclined to give her an
odd dig. Girl friends at school, arms round each other’s neck or with ten fingers
locked, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden.
Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coif and their rosaries going up and down,
vindictive too for what they can’t get. Barbed wire. Be sure now and write to
me. And I’ll write to you. Now won’t you? Molly and Josie Powell. Till
Mr Right comes, along then meet once in a blue moon. Tableau! O, look who
it is for the love of God! How are you at all? What have you been doing
with yourself? Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to see you. Picking holes in each
other’s appearance. You’re looking splendid. Sister souls showing their teeth at
one another. How many have you left? Wouldn’t lend each other a pinch of
salt.
Ah!
Devils they are when that’s coming on them. Dark devilish appearance. Molly often told me feel things a ton weight. Scratch the sole of my foot. O that way! O, that’s exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to rest once in a way. Wonder if it’s bad to go with them then. Safe in one way. Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. Something about withering plants I read in a garden. Besides they say if the flower withers she wears she’s a flirt. All are. Daresay she felt I. When you feel like that you often meet what you feel. Liked me or what? Dress they look at. Always know a fellow courting : collars and cuffs. Well cocks and lions do the same and stags. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. Trousers? Suppose I when I was? No. Gently does it. Dislike rough and tumble. Kiss in the dark and never tell. Saw something in me. Wonder what. Sooner have me as I am than some poet