I got out and was greeted by a pretty girl standing at the top of the steps. She was obviously Phillip's sister, Jean, for I could see a slight likeness to him. She was dressed in a short, summery frock in flowered crepe-de-chine, revealing a lovely figure and a very slim waist, pretty legs in fine silken hose, very high heels, her face made up and her fair curls around her shoulders. She smiled a welcome, saying Phillip would not put in an appearance till later. Then she turned to lead me into the house, walking with an alluring lilt and leaving a waft of lovely perfume behind her.

In the hall, she called "Yvonne!" and an ultra-smart French maid put in an appearance. My hostess asked me to excuse her for awhile, as she was going down to the paddock to see the horses. In the meantime, Yvonne would take me to my room, where I could unpack and wash. As Yvonne bent to take up my bag, I caught a sauoy wink from her. Then I followed her up the wide staircase, my eyes glued on the thin heels before me, above which the long, slim legs were sheathed in sheer black silk with a fine seam going up the back. Her swinging diminutive black satin skirt revealed masses of frothy white frillies, making the brief black skirt stand out like a ballet dancer's. I followed her into an obviously girl's bedroom, and she said in broken English that it was Mademoiselle's, but that I was to use it for the weekend, as the guestroom was be- ing decorated. I protested, but I soon found it was no good argu- ing. She brushed against me as she made for the door, and I caught hold of her, ohucked her under the chin, snatched a kiss from those ruby lips and promised myself I was in for a good time. As she went out, she said I'd probably be on my own for about an hour, but, if I wanted anything, I was just to ring. Then, with a sed- uctive swinging of the hips, she went out.

As

I opened a cupboard to put my things in and found it to be full of lovely girlish things. I just could not resist looking through them. In the set of drawers, I also found masses of fem- inine things,--undies, stockings, corsets, accessories, etc. I stood handling a frail garment, Yvonne tapped and came in, ask- ing if I had rung the bell. Before I had time to answer, and be- fore I could put down the garment I was admiring, she looked around at the open cupboard and drawers, and then wagged a finger

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