You probably can come to no valid conclusion about the events that occurredlater, the episodes with Ted and with Doris without considering the episodewith Tyrone. He is obviously a major element in the foundation. The incidentdescribed here, is factual, though it may seen to have been romanticizedsomewhat, and perhaps it was. Details may vary slightly from fact. If so, thereason is obvious- memory is irregular and faulty, and none of the details,unfortunately, were recorded as they happened. No diary was kept. Still, theevents were shared almost on a daily basis with my friend Sara, and uponreading this file, she says that her recollection is essentially identical withthe record. Whether she agrees with my conclusion is another matter. but then,you don't know my conclusion, do you?
To tie down the event, consider the background. June, 1984. Herbert is inEurope, attending a major conference and staying on for other business. Hewill be there for six weeks, perhaps eight. Helen has not been able to go.She plans to join him in the South of France later after his conference isover, in two weeks or so. For now, she is still at home, busy but notoverwhelmed with her work. Helen fancies herself a queen. She is intelligent,attractive, with a marvelous voluptuous body. But she has a haughty,imperious, I-am-superior-to-you attitude that annoys many people and absolutelyinfuriates others. She is married to an older man who obviously adores her,pampers her, caters to her every whim, but who cannot at all control her andhas never satisfied her. Her husband travels extensively.
The evening that this event began, a Friday, Helen had gone to the symphony,alone, and there met a man, Tyrone, whom she had known well once and disliked-atall, spare man of curious temperament, a hedonist, a true male chauvinist,stubborn, opinionated, willful-a type that Helen usually detested. Thatevening, after the concert, he offered her a drink, and thinking of avoiding along cab ride home alone, she accepted. The thought of physical involvementwith this man, though perhaps not repulsive, was certainly far from her mind.After stopping for a drink and a late, light supper, he did drive her to herhouse, made the expected pass, and she responded by giving him a stinging slapin the face. He replied as no man had before. He twisted her arm, turned heraway from him, and using a hard, bare hand, slapped her fiercely across therump. She reacted immediately, and when he slapped her bottom hard again, shegasped aloud as if all thought of resistance was gone. Recognizing her reactionexactly for what it was, as complete submission, he led her to her bedroom,stripped her bare, spanked her further and harder, and soon joined her nude inher bed. He was rigidly erect and she was obviously totally acquiescent,totally passionate, totally responsive. He took her in strange positions andin strange ways, vanquishing her completely and perhaps satisfying her betterthan she had ever been satisfied.
Now it was hours later. He had gone, almost without a word andshe had to dealmentally with the evening's almost incredible events. Well, one thing of whichshe was certain- she would not be seeing him again. He had brutalized her-well, not exactly brutalized, but he certainly had spanked her. Not that ithad hurt especially, but it had cost her her dignity. And he had done strangethings, disgusting things. Like putting his finger into her anus, and then, ofall things, kissing her there, a wet, thrusting kiss, inserting his tongue asfar as he could. That was absolutely bestial. Animals behaved like that, notintelligent people. And worst of all, he had taken her, made her whimper inpleasure, brought her to orgasm several times, and before leaving, firmlypinched her nipples, made her call him Master, and made her suck his thensemi-soft cock, brought him back erect and was quickly impaled again on it.Now she lay resting in bed, thinking about all this, about the moment when hefirst took her into her bedroom, stripped her bare, and spanked her-- righthere, she thought, in this very bed. And she found herself getting overheatedonce more, her nipples again erect, and her juices flowing. Crazy as itsounds, she was going to cum again.
The thought about the spanking- actually several spankings thathe had givenher, all with his bare hand against her naked bottom, with her trying to twistaway from the strokes, but at the same time, raising up slightly, perhapsunconsciously, to be accessible, to offer a more tempting target. No man hadever spanked her before. In fact, in her entire life the only spanking shereceived was as a schoolgirl of 16, when one evening coming home late andslightly tipsy from a high-school dance, she had found her mother waiting up,furious. Her jeans were taken down, then and there, and her bottom basted by avery angry parent. That one, she reflected, hurt a great deal more than theone did tonight.
Her strange thought was that she really wanted to share this experience. Shewould call Sara. Now that they were really close she would tell hereverything. Sara would just love to hear about this adventure. She lovedkinky things and kinky clothes and kinky adventures, and especially, intimate,kinky talk. Sara would flip!!! Yes, she thought, Sara WILL flip if I call herat 3:30 AM even to tell her THIS story. Helen lay back in bed, nude,voluptuously excited, sleepless, thinking strange thoughts. This WAS a strangeadventure, a marvelous kinky adventure, one to be regretted, perhaps, but oneto be savored, to be reflected on, to be shared with a really close, loved andunderstanding friend, one to be discussed with her in a particularly privatemoment (perhaps while lying with her face between Sara's elegant breasts, whilekissing and gently sucking a delicious, responsive nipple). But this was anexperience to be digested and analyzed and understood, but not one to berepeated. She chanced to look at her telephone, on the nightstand next to herbed. She willed it to ring. Let some one call me, she thought, anybody.Nobody did. She thought, what if it rings right now, and it is him- Tyrone,that bastard- and he orders me to get into my car and drive to his house, starknaked, right now!!! Would I? she thought.
Helen had before tonight, very limited extramarital experience. On each of thethree or four times that she had been bedded down, the man was of the sametype- a mature, intellectual, professorial type, a man for whom she hadprofound respect, a man who respected her own intellectual strength and herpolish, who treated her like a great lady is treated, a man who in each casewas almost a clone for her husband. In each case so far the appeal had beenmental. Heaven knows that Tyrone was none of these things that had interestedher in the past. He was a totally different specimen- mature, yes, but not agreat mind, not a scholar at all, not particularly physically attractive, notmuscular, not strong, not especially talented in anything that she couldidentify. All he did was take charge, ignore what she wanted (or thought shewanted) take control of her, discipline her, and--- well, what else, shethought.
The next morning she could think of nothing else. Now she had better personalinsight in to what had really happened. He had somehow peeled off the veneerlayer from her, and had gotten down to the core, to what she felt was thefundamental person inside. He made her feel like a true love slave, ready,anxious to please his every whim. And the funny thing, the absolutely wierdpoint about this whole episode was that she did not love this man- she did noteven especially like him and did not respect him. He did not have the deepbass voice that she sometimes found sensuously attractive. He was notespecially handsome nor tall. He had no great brain. What he did have was acertain presence, a command of the situation that she found just incrediblyoverpowering. And he wanted her, obviously wanted her, physically wanted her,carnally wanted her, and could and would all but own her, body and soul, butmostly body.
She immediately began to share her experience with Sara, and found that Sarawas, as expected, almost as delighted hearing the details as she was in tellingthem. Helen found this part of the adventure just delectably delectable- lyingnude with Sara, her lips nuzzling Sara's shell pink ear, perhaps her tongueprobing, her hands running across that ravishing rump, a hand searching betweenSara's widespread thighs, a finger finding delicious moisture. As theadventure proceeded, Sara demanded to know, needed to know every detail- whomshe had met, what they looked like, what they had done, for how long, how,when, where. Sara seemed to want to participate, but vicariously, afraidreally to cross the line and join directly in the adventure. And this Helenwanted to protect her from, not really knowing where it was going. So Saraknew everything that happened between Helen and Tyrone and his friends, butTyrone never knew about Sara.
Helen thought through her situation--her husband will be gone for a month ormore and for that month she has a master, one who owns her, will train her inthe image that he finds desirable. He will spank her when he pleases, perhapsin the privacy of her bedroom and perhaps elsewhere, with others watching.That much he has already told her. She knows that she should flee him, refuseto see him again or ever speak to him. And she is entirely certain that shewill not do that- that tomorrow she may be terrified of what can happen, butshe knows that she WILL see him again. And she will be spanked by him- and sheis, of course. Now these subsequent spankings that she gets later are not atall severe beatings- only fairly gentle spankings applied with a bare hand ormildly with a leather strop to her naked bottom. They do not even especiallyhurt. They perhaps more than anything else are symbolic, both to him and toher, of his sexual domination. They paint her rear end a bright pink, leavingher heaving and gasping, and incredibly lascivious, looking only for ways toplease him even more. And he promises her nothing more than regular, almostconstant excitement, wild new adventures, exciting new friends, and orgasm,orgasm, orgasm!!!!
And so she does not go to Europe that summer. She decides thatthe pressures atwork are too great, that she cannot get away, that Herbert will travel aloneand enjoy himself, that his freedom will be good for him, invigorating. Shetells all this to Sara, and she thinks it is hysterically funny. Sara believesthat all women occasionally have their brains in their vaginas but that Helen'sbrains now are totally confined to the clitoris, (and on stating thatconclusion, Sara leans forward, finds that delicious appendage, and emphasizesher point by giving it a lovely kiss). Sara thinks that Helen is currentlyinvolved in very private, intimate treatment, perhaps best called Mind Fuck, inSara's judgment an effective and acceptable form of therapy. She approves ofthis adventure, totally. She has not met Tyrone, but she certainly now knowsall about him, and she thinks that Helen has never looked so good or been sointeresting. Her only complaint is that Helen does not have as much privatetime for Sra, but the time they do have together is absolutely marvelous- mreintimate and exciting than it had ever been before.
So Helen has a master, a strong man on whom all her almost juvenile femininewiles of the past are useless, a man who has raptured her, has used herthoroughly and often and made her love him for it, conquered her totallyemployed her sexually in every conceivable way, introduced her to threesomesand foursomes and orgies, photographed her nude body in unbelievable poses,kept her constantly aroused and is now putting her through her paces, a seriesof varied sexual adventures, all embarrassing to her but marvelously,deliciously dangerous and exciting at the same time. The queen has become awilling sex slave to a highly imaginative master, and never has she feltherself so much a woman as now.
For the two year period prior to Tyrone she and Sara had been taking bellydancing lessons- at first with a group of woman at the local YWCA- and at theend of that series, from an older, very experienced belly dancer, an elegant,exotic lady of Turkish extraction who had learned this dance in the old countryas a girl. This older woman, now about 60, is an incredible specimen. She isslim, lithe, with a marvelous body and more energetic than women half her age.She has continued the lessons with Sara and Helen and two other ladies as anadvanced class in private lessons. She has taught them things that the YWCAclasses did not- much more cosmopolitan things, and especially she has taughtthem about the sexuality of the dance. She believes that belly dancing isinherently erotic, that it is meant to excite both the dancer and the watchers,and that it is senseless and practically impossible- for the dancer not to havesex after she is through dancing. If she has no partner available, thenmasturbation is expected and encouraged. She believes that belly dancingwithout orgasm following is absolute nonsense. Sara, of course, has a young,strong, very vigorous husband. When she comes home from a lesson, he helpsrelieve her of her excess energy and strong erotic feelings in the time honoredway. Helen's husband is not always there and is not as sexually involved. Forher, masturbation after a dance lesson has become almost a ritual.
Helen has been delighted with the lessons- they are real fun, marvelousexercise, and they give her the most erotic feelings imaginable. When shebegan her lessons, she thought that they might put some thrills in herotherwise hum-drum workaday existence. Well, she thought, they certainly havedone that. Consider the basic movement in the belly dance- the thrustingforward and backwards of the pelvis, an almost perfect parody of the femalemovements in sexual intercourse. Consider the source, too. Belly dancing wasfirst done in the Harems of the Sultans on the Ottoman Empire, and the dancerswere always harem slaves, selected for having the perfect, voluptuous figurethat the dance demands- full breasts, firm, shapely legs and thighs, and adelicious, magnificent bottom. Helen's figure matches this description exactly.
And further, the slave is a Houri, a nubile female whose whole purpose ispleasing her master, however he might wish to be pleased. It is herresponsibility to arouse him, almost beyond control, so that he will then takeher, manfully, forcefully.
During the early lessons at the YWCA, the students dress in sweatpants andshirts and tennis shoes, a ragpack looking group, not in the least pleasing inappearance. After the YWCA phase, the teacher suggested that Helen and Saraand the ladies buy the appropriate costumes, the diaphanous, filmy materials,designed to show more than they hide, so that beautiful breasts are apparent,nipples are protuberant and obvious, and thighs and bottoms carnally displayedas much as they are hid. One Saturday afternoon, the girls made an excursionto Greek Town to an obscure shop, and bought the costumes. Later in the weekthey met, each to see how the other looked dressed. Helen looked veryattractive- but Sara was absolutely gorgeous. Her pitch black hair, intensebrown eyes, full shapely mouth, and dark coloring gave her an Italian look,almost like Sophia Loren. She was sex personified in this costume, hergorgeous body almost completely revealed and still hidden slightly. She lookedthe perfect Houri, the beautiful, nubile, voluptuous maiden that Moslems thinkawait them in Paradise, trained first to tease and then to satisfy, to giveperfect, exotic, never-ending sex in ways almost beyond the comprehension ofmortal man.
Helen put on a tape, and they danced- first together, and then,one for theother, obviously both very stimulated. Sara approached the end of her dance,and in Harem manner, began to remove the few articles of clothing she wore.First the pantaloons came off so she was dancing in her vest and underpants.Helen removed her own pantaloons. Sara unbuttoned the vest, showing Helen hergorgeous breasts for the first time, utterly delicious looking love apples,high and full and firm, with chocolate brown aureoles and nipples, fully erect,almost demanding to be kissed. Helen stared, transfixed. Sara danced closer,took down her underpants, wiggled free of them and danced, her legs spread, herpodex wiggling, her black pubic triangle in front of Helen's eyes. She turned,her gorgeous bare bottom weaving, the cute rosette now and then visible as thecheeks parted, almost beckoning to Helen to come forward and kiss it. Helenstared, absolutely entranced, unable to take her glance away from the heavenlysight of Sara, now turned again towards her, her legs slightly spread, herunbelievable femininity clearly visible, juicy, lovable, as it moved forwardand back, offering itself for her kisses. Helen pulled off her few items ofclothes and knelt before this dancing nymph and moved forward, her face nowbetween the dancers legs. And for the first time, she kissed that gloriouscanny. Her tongue found the erect clit. She massaged it wetly. Now the twonude girls stand, the dancing stopped though the music goes on. They kissdeeply and wildly. In an instant they are on the couch, in a position of 69,each feasting on the sopping, squishy. delicious cunt of the other. Both havefound the only logical, the only possible end of a true Harem belly dance whenno man is present.
And now, much later, after Helen was captured, her new master has decided thatHelen will do a public performance of the belly dance, before a small audience,in his own home. The guests have finished dinner and are relaxed, and Helenhas gone to don her costume. She will be wearing a semi-transparent vest,deeply cut to show her cleavage, and through which her nipples are easilyvisible. She is wearing the dancers pantaloons, again of a diaphanous materialthrough which her panties can be seen, again almost transparent, and throughwhich can be seen the shadow of her pubic triangle and the delightful cleavageof her behind. She is wearing a boxfull of junk jewelry, assorted baubles andbangles of glass, in bright colors, in vivid reds and greens and yellows andblues. She has on dazzling makeup, and a spray of perfume in strategic places.The perfume itself is a special type, with a very sweet, aromatic scent. It ispotent when she is still, but later when her wild movements have caused herbody to heat up, the perfume vaporizes further and the air takes on anexciting, erotic aroma, almost like incense. This arouses her, and she knowsthat it excites the audience. There will not be a flaccid cock in the room,later on.
She hears the music begin- a tape of Turkish music, exotic and slow andrhythmic and intense, music one can almost taste as well as hear. She dancesin, her body throbbing in time with the music, her sexuality obvious, herexhilaration clearly showing. Those present applaud, enjoying the private show.Very soon, the tempo changes, the beat picks up and the pace of her movementschange. Quickly her master signals her. Her pantaloons are removed. Shedances now, bare legged, her scrumptious bottom in constant motion, moreexcited now and more exciting now than before. The master signals again. Hervest flutters down. She now stands bare breasted before the audience, hernipples rigidly erect, her almost orgasmic feeling growing. Will her pantiescome off, next? Of course they do. Now she is nude, continuing the motions,the parody. She knows what to expect next. She is wild with shamelesscarnality, with arousal. The sensual music is itself seductively hypnotic. Theaphrodisiac aromas, the mixture of her perfumes plus the wondrous scent of herpermeate the room. In her mind she knows that never has she looked so excitingas at this instant, never has she felt so much like a true wanton, never somuch like a woman.
When the dance is done before a private audience in the Harem, it concludeswith the nude dancer being given for the night to one or more of the guests.Sometimes the person selected will take her, then and there, with the otherswatching, cheering him on. She will already be fully ready. No foreplay isnecessary. The male selected may or may not need further stimulation. If so,the dancer is fully trained, and will use her body in any way to excite him, toprepare him to take her. And when he takes her, he will take her however hepleases, in any orifice in any way. Will he want to spank her naked bottomwith a strop or a cane? Then he will do so, without opposition from the Sultanor any other person there. He is the chosen guest and has been given the useof the dancer, and use her he will, as he pleases.
There is another historical custom from the days of the Sultan.In those days, aeunuch was present, usually carrying a bamboo cane. If the Sultan decided thatthe dancer's pace was too slow, or if there was a certain movement that hewanted emphasized, a sign to the eunuch would tell him to slash the danceracross her behind, a stroke guaranteed to bring results. This might berepeated a few times, or many if the Sultan was cruel. Tonight, of course,there is no eunuch and none would be needed.
This night, the audience is composed of the master, three othermen and a woman,her master's friends. She has not seen any of them before this evening. Helendances on, now turning her back to the audience, bending far forward, andslightly spreading her legs. Her marvelous buttocks are only a foot away fromthose watching, her squishy femininity fully in sight, her podex wiggling andwobbling, the rosebud of her anus almost winking at those watching. As she isbent forward, her body so intimately exposed to those who watch, her ownfeelings are of gigantic stimulation. She knows that soon her master will giveher for the night to one or another of the guests- perhaps one of the men, orperhaps to the woman, and she knows that she will do her part to please thisperson. She is playing out the part mentally of the harem slave, and it is asmuch as her life would be worth to displease the Sultan if she really was aslave. And in a sense she is. Since she has come under the control of thismaster, she has been getting regular punishment- which she loves and hates atthe same time. There is no question about it being truly painful to be turnedover, rump-up and stropped thoroughly with that leather or her master's hand-it is not. The spankings are not at all that hard. But at the same time, sheadores the wild sexuality that she feels when spanked, knowing that her masterwill then use her in strange, exotic ways or give her body for use by hisfriends. Yes, in a sense he has converted her from lady to whore, but neverhas she felt as attached to or as involved with any man. Yes, he totally isboss and she would not willingly have him any other way. And she absolutelyrevels in the joy she feels as her master shows off her beautiful body tostrangers and willingly shares her most intimate charms with others.
She dances on, her nude body writhing and turning. At times her back is turnedto the audience, and they then are treated to the sight of the muscles workingin her beautiful thighs and ass, a particular delight in the eyes of her masterand provocative absolutely to any man. Perhaps whomever gets her tonight willwant her that way, she thinks, and gives a special wiggle and spread-leggedbend forward that emphasizes that particular delight to the audience,signifying perhaps that there is orgasmic joy to be had right here for a strongman. And who will the winner be, the one selected to conquer her, perhapsright there in full view of all, on that pile of cushions? Maybe it will bethe woman this time. She is attractive enough, about 40, shapely, quite welldressed, with a good, slim figure. Helen dances a little bit, just for her,and this is immediately obvious to all. Yes, that one might just spread herthighs and Helen would kneel between them cheerfully, gladly looking into andthen kissing and worshiping her delicious femininity. Perhaps it will be one ofthe men. One, seated in the center, attracts her especially. He is tall andsturdy, perhaps 50, salt and pepper grey in his hair, and a strong, powerfullook-- and obviously very aroused. Now, she dances especially for him, facinghim, her thighs parted, her curly dark blonde triangle in full view, and as shemoves back and forth, her vulva opens and closes slightly, her pink clit nowerect and peeping out at him. The perfume is now at its fullest effect and thesight of her nude body, obviously totally passionate, fully ready to beconquered, has all of the audience incredibly excited. They now want the danceto end and to see Helen take up another challenge- the total satisfaction ofanother person.
The master designates an individual who wins tonight's prize. As she hadhoped, it is the stocky man with grey in his hair. He seizes her immediately,his hands rubbing across her back and down over her bottom, and as he graspseach cheek of her rump in his huge hand and squeezes, he kisses her, a long,wet kiss, his tongue plunging deep in her mouth. And of course she responds tohis kiss, offering her hot tongue in a kind of duel, her nipples rubbingagainst his shirt. They are in full view of the others, but she does not careat all who watches- in her mind she is a fully stimulated slave girl who willdo her utmost, her absolute utmost to satisfy this man, the man designated asher lover for tonight by her master. He bends slightly forward, taking anipple between his lips and gives it a hard, sucking kiss- almost too hard forher comfort, but still tremendously stimulating. He stands and his trousersimmediately drop to expose a monstrous erection, standing straight out, all butpointing at her. Helen drops to her knees as her master has taught her to do.She greets this appendage with a large, wet kiss, massaging the head with herslippery tongue. The dance has done what it always does for her-left herfeeling almost orgasmic. Now she wants to pay homage to this lovely huge cock,to make it even more ready so that it will invade her body, give herspectacular pleasure and then squirt its full tribute into her. And she willwillingly do as she has been taught- she will relax totally, no matter wherethis monstrous cock is put, and then participate in the pleasurewhole-heartedly, giving as much as she can, and cummmming with her new lover,cummmming for him again and again until he has had enough.
He takes her to the pile of cushions, and removes the rest of his clothing sothat he, like she, is nude. She wonders if this new lover will want to spankher first- there is master's leather strop, hanging on a hook on the wall.Will he want to use this on her, to demonstrate his total control? He doesnot. She drops back on the cushions, thighs spread, ready to be pleasured byhim. He kneels before her, first giving her delicious, wet pussy a deeptonguing kiss. She responds wildly, raising her bottom up to meet him,throwing her legs up and back so they rest on his shoulders. He raises hishead, thrusts a finger into her wily, juicy nest, withdraws that finger andsearches for and finds another orifice for it, thrusting it deep into herbottom. She gasps. She knows that he will very quickly make her cum for thefirst time this evening- that she had practically but not quite been there anumber of times during the dance, and this oral stimulation and analstimulation she cannot resist. But not yet. He moves his body forward so thathis rigid cock is at her outer portals. She will get, will need, no furtherforeplay. Slowly, deeply, thickly, forcefully his rigid rod enters until it'sentire depth is planted in her. It feels simply marvelous- stretching her,filling her with true masochistic joy to be impaled on this huge log of a cockin the presence of this very, very interested audience. He strokes back andthen forward again- totally in control, setting the pace that pleases him best.And suddenly, after only a few strokes she throws her arms around his neck andsays for all to hear, ooooooh,oooooo 'mcummmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnng!!!!". Her newlover smiles, his macho feelings satisfied. He has conquered this deliciousbitch. He has caught her, fucked her, made her respond ecstatically and madeher surrender her orgasm to him. He feels as if he is ten feet tall, a giant,a hero. And he is by no means through with her- a man of his experience andstature and strength can do this for another hour, perhaps. He continues theslow pace. Though she has just cum, her arousal has really not diminished atall. Her new lover is fucking her masterfully, slow, deep powerful strokes, hisfinger still imbedded in her anus, keeping time with the strokes of his cock.Never has she enjoyed intercourse so much as this instant, but at the momentshe thinks how terrible it is to do this with people watching, howembarrassing, how awful, how dangerous, how absolutely delicious. And herthought goes to her master, who has orchestrated this whole event,choreographed it, and she loves him for understanding her so well, foranalyzing her needs for sensation and humiliation and having them satisfied.Her head turns, she sees the audience watching, transfixed. The woman isobviously aroused, her legs now spread, her crotch pointed towards Helen,though she has her panty-hose on. They make eye contact. The woman's lipspurse, making the sign of a kiss to Helen, and Helen makes the response, hertongue emerging and making a licking motion. Helen knows, just absolutelyknows, that when the others leave, that lady will remain, those panty hose willcome off, and Helen will be treated to a closer sight of those female delightsand that Helen's master will give her to a second lover tonight, and at thethought, her body shakes and quivers as she goes through the throes of a secondorgasm.
Just for the record, where was Herbert all this time? Well, heregarded it as amarvelous opportunity for a bachelor trip through Europe with an aged colleagueof his- a widower of 67. The gentlemen spent four delightful weeks carefullyexamining all the gothic cathedrals in France, dined at elegant and expensiverestaurants, sampled various interesting and exotic vintages, stayed at smallinns and castles other times, looked at the Chateaux on the Loire, went toChartres and studied the historical architecture plus a square mile or so offabled stained glass windows, excursioned to Brittany and saw Le Mont StMichael, went to Notre Dame (and perhaps found the hunchback?) met twodelightful elderly English school teachers and took them to dinner, and for allI know, even got lucky- I did not ask. When he returned, much refreshed andrested and bubbling with a thousand stories, Herbert said that of course hemissed me while he was gone, but that there is much to be said for anoccasional separate vacation. He thinks that it gives one a chance to study,to think. It cleans the mind and gives one a clearer perspective of whatthings are all about. Tyrone, hearing this somewhat later, laughingly agreedabsolutely. Sara says that the separate vacation idea is fine for the wife,but her husband is damn well never going to go without her. I believe her. Itseems that she thinks that she had better keep an eye on him. So far as I amconcerned, midnight came and the carriage turned back into a pumpkin, as italways seems to do. King Tyrone was delegated to the history books. He hadbeen commanding. He had been interesting and fascinating in his way. He hadshown a new path to explore that at the time seemed dangerous but fascinating.Still, it was time to move on to new challenges.
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