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again achieve such heights of pleasure. I knew that during the vacation I would be impatient to return to share the joys of our bodies with my friends.

Chapter 6
Victoria’s Christmas Vacation
    It was a bright but bitterly cold day for the start of the Christmas vacation. The snow which was deep around the Venus School for Young Ladies had a crisp coating and our breath froze on our lips. I put on two slips under my dress to help keep me warm, and my thickest woollen hose. From daylight, horse-drawn sleighs drew up to take my schoolfellows down to the valley. At last it was the turn of Beatrice and me. The men loaded our trunks onto the back of the sleigh and then bid farewell to us. Albert came up to me and said in his broken English, ‘I wait for you, come back.’ His sadness at my departure was not surprising. For the next few weeks neither I nor the other girls would be administering to his magnificent manhood and he would have to use his own hands to take his pleasure. Beatrice and I stepped aboard and wrapped furs around us before we set off and waved to Madame Thackeray as we moved off down the hillside. We held each other tight because despite our furs and extra clothes we both felt the cold but as a result of our layers I could not feel any part of Bea’s body through the layers of cloth.
    We transferred to a coach, which was a little less cold, once we reached the end of the snow. At last we arrived at the railway station. Porters transferred our luggage while Bea and I hastened to our carriage.
    ‘That’s better,’ Bea sighed, relaxing on the padded seat in the relatively warm compartment. I sat next to her and looked out of the window as we began the long train journey back across the countries of Europe to our homes.
    ‘Well, how do you feel after a term at the Venus School?’ Bea asked cheekily.
    ‘Everything that happened is like a distant dream,’ I replied. ‘I’ve felt more excitement and pleasure, and pain, in the last three months than in all the rest of my life.’
    ‘You’ve learned a few things,’ Bea chuckled, ‘and found out a lot about what men like.’
    ‘And women.’
    ‘Of course.’
    ‘What about your plans, Bea? Do you think you will find a man suitable?’
    ‘I’m changing my mind concerning that, Victoria. What I have learned this term has given me fresh ideas. I don’t think I want a life where I have to make do with just one person sharing my bed. Just think how boring that would be. You know yourself how much fun we have with the boys at school.’
    I thought about my experiences with Albert, Eric, Hermann and the others. I could see and feel the different sizes and shapes of their cocks and almost taste their semen on my tongue. I understood what Bea was saying. Perhaps one husband would be unexciting.
    ‘So, what are you going to do, Bea.’
    ‘I’m not sure yet, but I hope that Madame Hulot can help.’
    Apart from cookery lessons I had not been taught by Madame Hulot, but I knew that she gave lessons to the older girls.
    ‘What has Madame Hulot been teaching you?’
    ‘Ah, that I cannot say. You must wait until it is your turn next autumn. You still have a great deal to learn this year.’ It seemed to me that I had learned a lot but as we had not yet engaged in intercourse with the young men, Beatrice was obviously correct.
    We continued to chat in between eating and sleeping while the train rattled and rumbled across Germany and France. We reached Calais and had to wait for some hours for a crossing because of stormy weather. The journey across the Channel was indeed vexing but at last we reached Dover. Bea left me to catch a train to Brighton and I sent a telegram to Father to let him know that I was nearly in London.
    When I stepped off the train, Father was there to welcome me. He gave me a sedate kiss on my cheek and almost smiled. In the cab back to our town house in Kensington he asked after me and how my studies had progressed. I replied, quite