“While, for instance, I would be belowstairs keeping a weather eye cocked upward in search of prey, the old man would be behind the counter of the store. If some pretty bit should step and gaze into the window, I would survey her charms from below and if she appeared a tempting morsel, I would tap on the floor above me and the old man would take the proper steps to make a contact with the fair victim. In this way, many a tempting brand was snatched from the burning.
“The summertime was particularly appropriate for our little scheme; the ladies mostly wore light clothing that admitted the sunshine; their undergarments were thin and filmy at best and oftentimes in extremely hot weather they wore no undergarments at all!
“And here enters into the scene a lady, a beautiful damsel of some sixteen or seventeen years; after viewing her from below several times-her delicious form, clothed in her immaculate, scanty undergarments; her white flesh and darkly colored patch of hair; those shapely limbs, and charming dimpled buttocks-I would have given my very soul to possess her!
“But, alas; she was not to be had! She passed frequently, and sometimes stopped and gazed into our shopwindows at some trifle of feminine finery, etc. After I had gotten her oriented in my mind'-that is, after I had spotted her from below-I ran quickly up into the store to see the upper portion of this damsel who was so charming from below. I was mad about her. The old man made some unsuccessful efforts to interest her; I tried my hand, but she simply did not respond to any overtures. Coolly, indifferently, she ignored our attempts to talk to her in more than the friendly fashion of a shopkeeper to a customer. I tried all my wiles, to no avail. The old shopkeeper made sly hints about money, pretty clothes, this and that, but all hints were wasted and we finally felt we were defeated; that there was no chance to accomplish our desires.
“I trust your lordship will not doubt me when I tell him what followed. An idea had formed in my head as I sat upon my box down below, watching the secret charms of that vexing damsel; an idea so wild, so ridiculous, it seems now almost like one of those tales which I remember reading in a book called the Decameron a long time ago.
“Desperate that we were proceeding nowhere with the usual methods, I determined to use this wild method to accomplish my desires. The lack of response to our overtures on the part of the lady had whetted my appetite until to me she was the most desirable creature in the world; the old man, however, lost interest in her. He had, instead become quite partial to a certain serving girl in the vicinity who had been my sweetheart for some time but who had heretofore had nothing to do with the old man.
“My feelings got the better of me and one day I broached my plan to the old man. First he laughed at me, then waxed scornful; I begged his assistance, which I had to have to complete my plan, but he would have nothing to do with it. I begged, I cursed, I even threatened, but he claimed it was too dangerous; he would not enter into it. Finally I offered to let him enjoy the servant girl he so warmly desired if he would help me with my own scheme. This shot brought him down. He agreed to aid me in my own scheme, if I would arrange for him to fuck the servant girl first.
“But how to do it! The girl, although I had urged her on various occasions to give in to the old fellow, was adamant; she would have nothing to do with him.
“Finally I evolved a trap for her. Making an appointment with her, I asked her to present herself at the store the following evening, stating the old man would be absent on a visit to his relatives; I would have to mind the shop while he was gone, but would simply latch the door; she and I could retire to a place I had fixed up in the basement, have our pleasure, and if any customers desired entrance during our tilt, they could ring the night-bell and would be admitted, thus warning us.
“The girl was perfectly agreeable; she seemed to be in love with me, poor thing. Promptly at the time set, she arrived; I met her and conducted her below the stairs. In the back part of the basement the old man and I had arranged a soft couch on which we could conduct our amorous affairs, whisking a female downstairs from the store, accomplishing a fast fuck, and back upstairs again before you could wink your eye. The girl made no demur to this arrangement; in fact, she had had experience down there before on a couple of occasions.
“I fastened the latch, left the lights in the shop burning, and conducted my lady fair to the dark regions below, where I led her through the darkness to the couch. She immediately threw herself down, pulled up her skirts, and awaited my assault, which was not long in coming. I threw myself upon her, without, however, taking out my tool. I made violent love to her for a couple of minutes until she was well heated, then, apparently ready to begin action, remarked, 'My dear, I just simply must piss; I will be back in one minute.' Arising, I made off as though to go into the comer to pass water. The girl simply lay there, panting and excited, awaiting my return. However, what she did not know nor even surmise was that, contrary to the arrangement, instead of the old man being away, he was awaiting events in the background. I went to him, whispered all was ready; he then mounted the willing maiden and gave her what she wanted. She apparently did not notice the difference in spite of the fact that the old gentleman's weapon was hardly as large as mine. I imagine that in his heat he handled her so roughly she didn't notice the difference in size. At all events, she said nothing. When the couple had finished, the old man rose and stepped back; I quickly stepped in his place and put my arms around the still unsuspecting girl, who had started to rise.
“Oh, come, come; surely you are not satisfied with just one round!” I remarked, pushing her back upon the couch again. Although somewhat surprised, she was obviously pleased and prepared to receive me again. I was in fine fettle and hammered her good; then, escorting her upstairs, I kissed her good night, although she was somewhat loath to leave. She rather marveled at the power of a man to give her two good poundings in such rapid succession, and in fact quizzed me about it afterward; I simply explained that I was feeling unusually strong that night and she was so delightful, etc., etc.-your lordship knows the sort of gab.
“Well, having satisfied the old man's desire-in fact, we repeated the performance several times, with different damsels, seeing how easy it could be manipulated-it was up to him to aid me in my scheme.
“My idea was this: sawing out a couple of boards in front of one of our windows, I made a sort of trapdoor that would swing on hinges supported by a beam. Underneath this trapdoor I piled up some heavy packing cases, reaching almost to the sidewalk above.
“My plan, although wild, was simple. When the young lady was standing before the window, admiring the contents, I would release the trap; the old gentleman, standing in the doorway and seeing the girl fall, was to grab her immediately and hold her tight, though not being strong enough to lift her back to the firm ground. While thus suspended, halfway through the door, a couple of rascals whom I intended to hire to assist me were to grasp the lady's ankles, pulling her legs widely apart; myself, perched on top of the packing cases, would insert my tool within that lovely crack and after that, I cared not! I was so bewitched by the repeated viewing of those heavenly charms that I was willing to achieve my desires, and then let the devil take his due; even such an out-and-out rape as this in order to have her seemed justified!