Ricky Fuld

Chapter Four.
The Home-Sick and the Rebellious

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Jenny Weinburg ran up to an untidy room. She banged-to the door, and standing by it for a moment, drew the bolt. Thus she had secured herself against intrusion. She then flung herself on the bed, put her two arms under her head, and gazed out of the window. Her heart was beating wildly; she had a strange medley of feelings within. She was desperately, madly lonely. She was homesick in the most intense sense of the word.

Jenny had never left Houston, Texas before. This romantic abode was situated in the extreme south of America. It was not many miles away from the sea, and stood on a rocky eminence which overlooked a very wide expanse of moor and wood, rushing streams and purple mountains, and deep dark-blue sea. In the whole world there could scarcely be found a more lovely view than that which since her birth had presented itself before Jenny's young eyes. Her father, Mr Weinburg, was, as Chief Executive Officers in America go, very well off. His employees adored and feared him in equal measure. He got in his taxes with tolerable regularity. He was a good CEO, firm but also kind and indulgent. A real case of distress was never turned away from his doors. He kept a rather wild establishment, however. His wife was a Mexican woman from a neighbouring county, and had some of the most careless attributes of her race. The house got along anyhow. There were always shoals of visitors, mostly relatives. There were heavy feasts in the old hall, and sittings up very late at night, and no end of hunting and fishing and shooting in their seasons. In the summer a pretty white yacht made a great 'divartisement,' as the CEO was fond of saying; and in all things Jenny Weinburg was free as the air she breathed. She was educated in a sort of fashion at an American private school, but in reality she was allowed to pursue her lessons exactly as she liked best herself.

It was just before she was fifteen that Jenny's aunt, a maiden lady from New York, who rejoiced in the truly American name of Tracey, came to see them, remarked on Jenny's wild, unkempt appearance, declared that the girl would be a downright beauty when she was eighteen, said that no one would tolerate such a want of knowledge in the present day, and advised that she should go to school in the ancestral land of England. Mrs. Weinburg took Miss Weinburg's hint very much to heart. Jenny was consulted, and of course tabooed the entire scheme; in the end, however, the elder ladies carried the day. Miss Weinburg took her niece to New York with her, and gave her an expensive and very unnecessary wardrobe; and Mrs. Weinburg, having heard a great deal of Mrs. Tennant, who had American relatives, decided that Jenny should go to the Great Shirley School, where she herself had been educated long ago. Everything was arranged in a great hurry. It seemed to Jenny now, as she lay on her bed, kicking her feet impatiently, and ruffled her beautiful hair, that the thing had come to pass in a flash. It seemed only yesterday that she was at home in the old house, petted by the servants, adored by her father, worshipped by all her relatives - the young queen of the villa, free as the air, followed by her dogs, riding on her pony - and now she was here in this hideous, poor, fifth-class house, going to that ugly school.

'I can't stand it,' she thought. 'There's only one way out. I must have a real desperate burst of naughtiness. What shall I do that will most aggravate them? For do that thing I will, and as quickly as possible.'

Jenny thought rapidly. She had no brothers of her own, but their loss was made up for by the adoration of about twenty young cousins who were always loafing about the place and following Jenny wherever she turned.

'What would most aggravate John if he were here,' thought the girl, 'or dear old Wayne? Ah, well! Wayne - ' The girl's face slightly changed. 'I was never very naughty with Wayne,' she said to herself. 'He is different from the others. I wouldn't like to see that sort of sorry look in his dear dark-blue eyes. Oh, I mustn't think of Wayne now. When I was going away he said, 'Gosh, you'll come back a princess, and I'll be proud to see you.' No, I mustn't think of Wayne. Despite the many times I kissed him, he would never let me touch his erect cock. John, the imp, was much more obliging, and so was Barry, and so was Jared. But what shall it be?'

She thought excitedly and stroked her clitoris excitedly at the memory of the boy's erect penises and the semen that would spurt out and often onto her face or bosom. There came a rattle at the handle of the door.

'Let me in, please, Jenny; let me in,' called Cheryl's voice.
 

'Presently, darling,' replied Jenny in her most nonchalant tone.
 

'But I am in a hurry. I must be back at school by half-past two. Let me in immediately.'
 

'What a nuisance it all is!' thought Jenny. 'But, after all, my naughtiness needn't make that stupid old Cheryl late for her darling lessons.'
 

She scrambled off the bed, drew back the bolt, and returned to her old position, her fingers still stroking her engorged and aching clitoris. Cheryl came quickly in. She glanced at Jenny with disgust.
 

'I wish you wouldn't masturbate so openly and stomp around on the bedsheets in your muddy boots.'
 

No answer.
 

'I must ask you not to lock the door. It is my room as well as yours.'
 

No answer. Jenny's eyes were fixed on the window; they were brimful of mischief. After a time she said: 'Darling.'
 

'I wish you wouldn't talk to me in that silly way.'
 

'Jeez! Honey, then.'
 

'I do wish - ' Jenny suddenly sprang upright on her bed, her hand still tight against her crotch. 'Don't you like the sky when it looks as it does now? I wish you could see it from Houston, Texas. You don't know the sort of expression it has when it seems to be kissing the sea. We have a ghost at Houston, Texas. Oh, Golly, then, if you only could see it! I can tell the boys about it. Shan't I make them creep?'
 

'It is very silly to talk about ghosts. Nobody believes in them,' said Cheryl. 'I'll ask father if I may have you at Houston, Texas in the summer, and then see if you don't believe. She wears white.'
 

 'I am going out now, Jenny; aren't you coming with me?'
 

'No, thank you, my love.'
 

'You ought to, Jenny. I am busy preparing for my scholarship examination or I would stay and argue with you. It is an awful pity to have gone to the expense of coming here if you don't mean to do your utmost.'
 

 'Thank you, darling, but it is rather a waste of breath for you to talk so long to me. I mean to be naughty this afternoon.'

'I can't help you,' said Cheryl. 'I am very sorry you ever came.'
 

'Thank you so much, dear.'
 

Cheryl ran downstairs. 'Mother,' she said, rushing into her mother's presence, 'we shall have no end of trouble with that terrible girl. She is lying now on the bed with only her outdoor boots on, she's masturbating furiously on the sheets, and she won't come to school, or do a single thing I want her to.'
 

Her mother put down the lace and leather clothes she was stitching to make skimpier and therefore more attractive to the men who would cruise past her on the road near the railway station. 'The money her father pays will be very welcome, Cheryl. We must bear with some discomforts on account of that.'
 

 'I suppose so,' said Cheryl, shrugging her shoulders. 'How horrid it is to be poor, and to have such a girl as that in the house! Well, I can't stay another minute. You had better keep a sort of general eye on her, mother, for there's no saying what she will do. She has declared her intention of being naughty. She knows no fear, is not guided by any sort of principle, and would, in short, do anything.'
 

'Well, go to school, Cheryl, and be quick home, for I have a great deal I want you to help me with.' Cheryl made no reply, and Mrs. Tennant, after thinking for a minute, went upstairs. She knocked at the door of the room which she had given up to the two girls. There was no answer. She opened it and went in. The bird had flown. There were evident signs of a stampede through the window, for it stood wide open, and there were marks of not too clean boots on the duvet, and a torn piece of ivy just without. The window was twenty feet from the ground, and Jenny must have let herself down by the sturdy arm of the old ivy. Mrs. Tennant looked out, half expecting to see a mangled body on the ground; but there was no one in view. She returned to her work and her anxious thoughts.
 

She was a whore with two sons and a daughter, and something under fifty thousand pounds a year on which to live. To educate the boys, to do something for Cheryl, and to put bread-and-butter into all their mouths was a difficult problem to solve in these expensive days. She had on purpose moved close to the Great Shirley School in order to avail herself of its cheap education for Cheryl and of the many more paying customers she could attract. The boys went to another foundation school nearby; and altogether the family managed to scrape along. But the advent of Jenny on the scene was a great relief, for her father paid three hundred pounds a week for Mrs. Tennant's motherly care and for Jenny's board and lodging.
 

'Poor child!' thought the good woman. 'What a wild, undisciplined, handsome creature she is! I must do what I can for her.'

She sat on for some time stitching the tough leather and thinking. Her heart was full; she felt depressed. She had been working in various ways with several demanding customers until six o'clock that morning, and the semen on her face hurt her eyes and the effort of frigging them had made her fingers ache.
 

Meanwhile Jenny was running along the road. She ran until she was completely out of breath. She then came to a stile, against which she leant. By-and-by she saw a girl walking leisurely up the road; she was a shabby and rather vulgar girl. Jenny saw at once that she was one of the Great Shirley girls, so she went forward and spoke to her.
 

'You go to our school, don't you?' she said.
 

'Yes, miss,' answered the girl, dropping a little curtsy when she saw Jenny. She was a very fresh foundation girl, and recognized something in Jenny which caused her to be more subservient than was necessary.

'Then, if you please,' continued Jenny, 'can you tell me where that sweetly pretty girl, Ruth Craven, lives?'

'She isn't a lady,' said the girl, whose name was Susan Honeyslit. 'She is no more a lady than I am.'

'Indeed she is,' said Jenny. 'She is a great deal more of a lady than you are.'

The girl flushed.

'You are a Great Shirley girl yourself,' she said. 'I saw you there to-day. You are in an awfully low class. Do you like sitting with the little kids? I saw you towering up in the middle of them like a mountain.'

Jenny's eyes flashed.

'What is your name?' she asked.

'Susan Honeyslit. I used to be a Board School girl, but now I am on the foundation at Great Shirley. It is a big rise for me. Are you a poor girl? You aren't wearing any clothes. Are you on the foundation?'

'I don't know what it means by being on the foundation, but I don't think I am poor. I think, on the contrary, that I am very rich. Did you ever hear of a girl who lived in a villa - a great beautiful villa - on the top of a high hill? If you ever did, I am that girl.'

'Oh, my!' said Suzy Honeyslit. 'That does sound romantic.'

Her momentary dislike to Jenny had vanished. The desire to go to the town on a message for her mother had completely left her. She stood still, as though fascinated.

'I live there,' said Jenny - 'that is, I do when I am at home. I come from the land of the mountain and the stream; of the Bald Eagle; of the deep, deep blue sea.'

 'America? Are you American?' said the girl. 

'I am proud to say that I am.'

'We don't think anything of the Americans here.'

'Oh, don't you?'

'But don't be angry, please,' continued Suzy, 'for I am sure you are very nice.'

'I am nice when I like. To-day I am nasty. I am wicked to-day - quite wicked; I could hate anyone who opposes me. I want someone to help me; if someone will help me, I will be nice to that person. Will you?'

'Oh, my word, yes! How handsome you look when you flash your eyes!' said Suzy Honeyslit. 'Then I want to find that dear little girl, who is so beautiful that I love her and can't get her out of my head. I want to find Ruth Craven. She went away with a horrid, stiff, pokery girl called Cassandra Weldon. You have such strange names in your country. That horrid, prim Cassandra chose to correct me when I came into school, and she has taken my darling away - the only one I love in the whole of England. I want to find her. I will give you - -I will give you a diamond set in a brooch if you will help me.'

This sounded a very grand offer indeed to Suzy Honeyslit, who lived in the most modest way, and had not a jewel of any sort in her possession. 'I will help you. I will, and I can. I know where Miss Weldon lives. I can take you to her house.'

'But I want Ruth.'

'If she has taken Ruth home, she will be at Cassandra's house,' said Suzy. 'And you can take me there?'

'This fucking minute.'

'All right; come along.'

'When will you give me the iPad?'

 'It isn't a real iPad, you know. It's a Samsung. I will bring it to you to school to-morrow.'

'Oh, thank you - thank you, Miss - I forgot your name.'

'Weinburg - Jenny Weinburg.'

'Weinburg is rather a difficult name to say. May I call you Jenny?'

'Just as you please, Susan. It is more handy for me to say Susan than Honeyslit. As long as I am in England I must consort, I see, with all kinds of people; and if you will make yourself useful to me, I will be good to you.'

Jenny's fingers flowed along Suzy's bare shoulders, then drew little patterns on her toned arms. As her hands came to rest on top of Suzy's her legs parted more, like an oyster shell being cracked open, ready to be eaten. Suzy moved down, breathing softly on Jenny's pearl, but not touching it with any part of her just yet. Her tongue slipped between her lips and she heard Jenny echo her own moan as it ran softly along her already moist lips. Jenny let her hands go back to roaming over her new lover's body, her fingers caressing the ridge of Jenny's spine as they traversed her back. 

Suzy glanced upwards as her tongue trailed back and forth along the sensuous lips. Suzy growled  with delight as she saw Jenny's full, round breasts hanging above her, her large nipples already swelling with pleasure. 

"Eat me." Jenny said, her hands moving to those gorgeous breasts, and Suzy didn't need another invitation to dine. Her hands moved to the bare cheeks of Jenny's behind, gripping the perfect rounds and pulling them closer together, her tongue slipping deep into the soft folds, her senses filling with Jenny's rich and sensual aroma. 

Jenny's moans urged Suzy on, and she lapped with her tongue, her mouth filling with Jenny's taste. She moved her lips as well as her tongue as though she were deep kissing Jenny's gorgeous pussy and feeding on her wetness. 

Jenny was rocking with the pleasure, and Suzy could hear her moans and cries echoing around the apartment. For a brief moment she wondered if they could be heard downstairs, or if anyone passing by could see the two of them. What would they think of her, kneeling between the legs of a girl she'd only met a few minutes ago? Then Jenny moaned again, an echo of the way her body quaked with pleasure from Suzy's tongue, and she forgot about anything outside of the room. 

Her tongue kept moving inside Jenny as Suzy moved her right hand around over the other girl's hip, her fingers tracing over the downy mound to find her clit, gently stroking and teasing it, drawing it out of hiding like a fabulous pearl drawn from an oyster shell. Jenny's moans got louder, the gaps between them shorter, and Suzy could tell she was close. 

"Yes!" Jenny cried out, the final 's' drawn out into a long crying hiss as her pleasure rocketed through her. Her hands moved down to grip Suzy's shoulders as she attempted to keep her balance. Suzy kept her tongue and fingers moving in unison, knowing it would send wave after wave of pleasure through Jenny. 

Eventually, Jenny could take no more, and she staggered backwards from Suzy, bending over and gulping in air, her body flushed with effort. "Oh wow, you're amazing." Suzy just smiled and remained kneeling, slowly licking her lips, feeling the coolness on her face as the remnants of  Jenny's wetness dried. 

Jenny held her hands out, and Suzy took them, letting herself be gently pulled up to her feet and then into Jenny's arms. She felt Jenny's breasts push against her chest, the soft flesh pressing behind the stiff nipples, as they kissed. 

"I'm hungry for you now." Jenny said, directing Suzy towards the grass as they embraced. Suzy didn't resist, eagerly pulling Jenny along with her, and then falling backwards onto it, feeling it yield softly to her. As soon as she fell, Jenny was leaning over her, hands down at Suzy's waist, while Suzy kicked off her sandals.

"You're so wet already." Jenny said, clambering onto the bed, her hands sliding up Suzy's bare calves. Suzy blushed, knowing that pleasing Jenny had got her very aroused. She could feel the way Jenny was kissing slowly up her legs was only going to get them even more soaked. She let herself relax into the soft expanse of the grass, her body feeling as though it were floating on clouds, feeling nothing except the way Jenny's lips forged a path along her skin, moving inexorably upwards. 

"That...feels...so...good." She said, as Jenny's lips moved from her inner thigh to kiss her mound. Instinctively, she moved her legs, spreading them open as Jenny's kiss became more intense, her lips sucking and rubbing Suzy's clit. 

Her whole body shivered with pleasure, and suddenly she felt more contact on her skin as Jenny's hand slid up the outside of her thighs to her hips. 

Just as Jenny had done for her, Suzy parted her legs, feeling no shame in displaying her glistening naked sex to her new lover. "Time for your oyster, darling." She said with a slight giggle in her voice, her body already sparking with anticipation from what she'd already felt of Jenny's lips and tongue. 

Jenny smiled back at her and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back as she moved in to taste Suzy. Her lips returned straight to her clit, already beginning to emerge and swell into a pearl, and Suzy gasped loudly as she felt the first flick of the tongue over the sensitive bud. 

Suzy arched her back, feet flat on the bed as she thrust herself towards Jenny's mouth, desperate for more, and she responded with a long tender kiss, gently creating suction with her lips, while her tongue danced around and over Suzy's throbbing pearl. Her fingers slid up Suzy's thighs and joined in the dance too, their tips gliding over her wet lips, each one teasing Suzy into new pleasures. 

Suzy closed her eyes, trying to focus herself and exert some control over the pleasures Jenny was creating in her, but she'd gone too long and was too turned on to hold them back for long. Two of Jenny's fingers slid inside her, her soaked pussy eagerly welcoming them inside her, and she gasped and moaned as they curved and hooked themselves within her, searching out her most tender and sensitive spots. She moved her body,  matching the rhythm of Jenny's fingers, exulting in the delicious waves of pleasure that were flowing through her, not caring how much noise she made. 

Her sounds were primal and natural, long moans and gasps, so overwhelmed by pleasure to be unable to focus on anything as complicated as words. 

Finally, Jenny gave her clit one last flick of her accomplished tongue at the same time as her fingertips brushed Suzy's g-spot inside her. That pushed her over the edge, the waves of pleasure breaking into a shuddering orgasm, Suzy's whole body feeling as though each part of it was being aroused at once, her climax peaking again and again as Jenny's tongue and fingers continued their work. 

When she came back to reality, though her whole body was still tingling with the after effects, she and Jenny were nestled comfortably in each other's arms, bodies wrapped together.

Then Suzy stood up, turned and led the way in the direction of Cassandra Weldon's home. They had to walk across a very wide field, then down a narrow lane, then up a steep hill, and then into a valley. At the bottom of the valley was a straight road, and at each side of the road were neat little houses - small and very proper-looking. Each house consisted of two stories, with a hall door in the middle and a sitting room on each side. The houses were very compact; they were new, and were called by ambitious names. For instance, the house where the Weldons lived went by the ambitious name of Manor View. All through the walk Suzy chatted for the benefit of her companion. She told Jenny so much about her life that she was interested in spite of herself! and by the time they arrived outside Manor View, Jenny's hand was lying affectionately on her companion's arm.

'I had best not go in, miss,' she said. 'Cassandra Weldon would never take the very least notice of me; and none of us foundation girls like her at all.'

'Well, it is extremely unfair,' said Jenny. 'From all you have been telling me, the foundation girls must be particularly clever. I tell you what it is: I think I shall take to you.'

'Oh, would you, indeed, miss?' said Suzy, her eyes sparkling. 'There are a hundred of us, you know, in the school.'

'That is a great number. And Ruth Craven is really one?'

'She is, miss. She isn't a bit better than the rest of us.'

'And I love her already.'

'She is no better than the rest of us,' repeated Susan Honeyslit.

'I have a great mind to take to you all, to make a fuss about you, and to show the others how badly they behave.'

'You'd be a queen amongst us; there's no doubt about that.'

'It would be lovely, and it would be a tremendous bit of naughtiness,' thought Jenny.

'Do you think you will, miss? Because, if you do, I will tell the others. We could meet you and talk over things.'

'Well, I will decide to-morrow. I'll send you an e-mail. Good-bye now; I must go in and kiss my darling Ruth.'

Suzy Honeyslit stood for a minute to watch Jenny as she went up the little narrow path of Manor View. When Jenny reached the porch she waved her hand, and Suzy, putting wings to her feet, ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction. She felt very much elated and really pleased. In the whole course of her life she had never met a girl of the Jenny Weinburg type before. Her beauty, her daring and wild manner, the flash in her bright dark eyes, the perky nipples, the rounded bum, all fascinated Suzy.

'What a queen she'd make!' she thought. 'We must make her our queen. We'd have quite a party of our own in the school if she took us up. And she will; I'm sure she will. This is a lark. This is worth a great deal.'

Meanwhile Jenny rang the bell at Manor View in a very smart, imperative manner. A little maid, neatly dressed, came to the door.

'Please,' said Jenny, 'will you say that Miss Weinburg has called and would be glad to see Miss Ruth Craven for a few minutes?'

The girl withdrew. Presently she returned.

'Mrs. Weldon will be pleased if you will go in, miss. She is sitting in the drawing-room. The two young ladies are out in the garden.'

'Thank you,' said Jenny.

After a brief hesitation she entered the house, and was conducted across the narrow hall into a very sweet and charmingly furnished room. The room had a bay-window with French doors; these opened on to a little flower-lawn. At one side of the house was a tiny conservatory full of bright flowers. Compared to the house where the Tennants lived, this tiny place looked like a paradise to Jenny. She gave a quick glance round her, then came up to Mrs. Weldon.

'I am one of the new girls at the Great Shirley School,' she said. 'My name is Jenny Weinburg. I am American. I have only just crossed the cold sea. I am lonely, too. I want Ruth Craven. May I sit down a minute while your servant fetches her? I like Ruth Craven. She is very pretty, isn't she? She is the sort of girl that you'd take a fancy to when you're lonely and far from home. May I sit here until she comes?'

'Of course, my dear,' said Mrs. Weldon, speaking with kindness, and looking with eyes full of interest at the handsome, black-skinned girl. 'I quite understand your being lonely. I was very lonely indeed when I came home from Kenya and left my dear father and mother behind me.'

'How old were you when you came home?'

'A great deal younger than you are: only seven years old. But that is a long time ago. I should like to be kind to you, Miss Weinburg. Cassandra has been telling me about you. You are living at the Tennants', are you not? Cheryl and Cassandra are great friends.'

'But I don't like either of them,' said Jenny in her blunt way.

Mrs. Weldon looked a little startled.

'Do you know my daughter?' she asked.

'She is much too interfering, and she is frightfully stuck-up. Please forgive me, but I am always very plain-spoken; I always tell the truth. I don't want her. I like you, and wish that I lived with you, and that you'd have Ruth Craven instead of your own daughter in the house. Then I'd be perfectly happy. I always did say what I thought. Will you forgive me?'

'I will, dear, because at the present moment you don't know my girl at all. There never was a more splendid girl in all the world, but she requires to be known. Ah! here she comes, and your little friend, Miss Craven, with her.'

Ruth, looking very pretty, with a delicate flush on each cheek, now entered the room in the company of Cassandra. Jenny sprang up the minute she saw Ruth, rushed across the room, and flung one arm with considerable violence round her neck.

'You have come,' she said. 'I have been hunting the place for you. How dare you go away and hide yourself? Don't you know that you belong to me? The moment I saw you I knew that you were my affinity. Don't you know what an affinity means? Well, you are mine. We were twin souls before birth; now we have met again and we cannot part. I am ever so happy when I am with you. Don't mind those others; let them stare all they like. I am going to take you foundation girls up. I have made up my mind. We will have a rollicking good time - a splendid time. We will be as naughty as we like, and we will let the others see what we are made of. It will be war to the knife between the foundation girls and the good, proper, paying girls. Let the ladies look after themselves. We of the foundation will lead our own life, and be as happy as the day is long. Aren't you glad to see me, dear, sweet, pretty Ruth? Don't you know for yourself that you are my affinity - my chosen friend, my beloved? Through the ages we have been one, and now we have met in the flesh.'

'I think,' said Cassandra, at last managing to get herself heard, 'that you have said enough for the present, Miss Weinburg. Ruth Craven has come to spend the day with me. I know that you are an American girl, and you must be lonely. I shall be very pleased if you will join Ruth and me in our walk. We are going for a walk across the park. - We shall be in to tea, dear mother. Will you have it ready for us not later than five o'clock? And I am sure you will join me, mother darling, in asking Miss Weinburg to stay, too.'

'But Miss Weinburg doesn't want to join either you or your 'mother darling,'' said Jenny in her rudest tone. 'It is Ruth I want. I have come here for her. She must return with me at once.'

'But I can't. I am ever so sorry, Miss Weinburg.'

'You mean that you won't come when I have called for you?'

'I am with Miss Weldon at present.'

'Be sensible, dear,' said Mrs. Weldon at that moment. 'You don't quite understand our manners in this country. However attached we may be to a person, we don't enter a strange house and snatch that person out of it. It isn't our way; and I don't think - you will forgive me for saying it - that your way is as nice as ours. Be persuaded, dear, and join Cassandra and Ruth, and have a merry time.'

Jenny's face had turned crimson. She looked from Mrs. Weldon to Cassandra, and then she looked at Ruth. Suddenly her eyes brimmed up with tears.

'I don't think I can ever change my way,' she said. 'I am sorry if I am rude and not understood. Perhaps, after all, I am mistaken, about Ruth; perhaps she is not my real proper affinity. I am a very unhappy girl. I wish I could go back to mother and to my dad. I shouldn't be lonely if I were in the midst of Texas, and if I could see the burger bars and the freeways. I don't know why Aunt Bernice Weinburg sent me to this horrid place. I wish I was back in the United States. They don't talk as you talk in the United States and they don't look as you look. If you put your heart at the feet of a body in old America, that body doesn't kick it away. I will go. I don't want your tea. I don't want anything that you have to offer me. I don't like any of you. I am sorry if you think me rude, but I can't help myself. Good-bye.'

'No, no; stay. Stay and visit with me, and tell me about the United States and the hot dogs and the drive-ins,' said Mrs. Weldon.

But Jenny shook her head fiercely, and the next moment left the room. 'Poor, strange little girl,' thought the good woman. 'I see she is about to heap unhappiness on herself and others. What is to be done for her?'

 'I like her,' said Ruth. 'She is very impulsive, but she is - - - '

 'Oh, yes,' said Cassandra, 'she has a good heart, of course; but I foresee that she is up to all sorts of mischief. She doesn't understand our ways. Why did she leave her own country?' Ruth was silent. She looked wistful. 'Come along, Ruthie; we will be late. I have no end of schemes in my head. I mean to help you. You will win that scholarship. '

 Ruth smiled. Presently she and Cassandra were crossing the common arm-in-arm. In the interest of their own conversation they forgot Jenny. When that young lady left the house she ran back to the Tennants'. 'I will write to dad to-night and tell him that I can't stay,' she thought. 'Oh, dear, my heart is in my mouth! I shall have a broken heart if this sort of thing goes on. '

 She entered the house. There sat Mrs. Tennant with a great basket of silk stockings before her. The remains of a calorie-rich dinner were on the table. The boys had disappeared. 'Come in, Jenny,' called Mrs. Tennant, 'and have your tea. I want Maria to clear the tea-things away, as I have some sorting out to do; so be quick, dear.' Jenny entered. The untidy table did not trouble her in the least; she was accustomed to things of that sort at home. She sat down, helped herself to a cream doughnut, and ate it, while burning thoughts filled her mind.

'Have some tea. You haven't touched any,' said Mrs. Tennant.

'I'd rather have a cold beer, please,' Jenny replied. She went to the fridge, opened a can, and drank it down. 'Mrs. Tennant,' she said when she had finished, 'what possessed you to live in England? You had all the world to choose from. Why did you come to a horrible place like this?'

 'But I like it,' said Mrs. Tennant.

'You don't look as if you did. I never saw such a worn-out poor body. Do you have awfully many customers?'

'You would think me so,' replied Mrs. Tennant, with a smile; 'but as a matter of fact I've had less than four yet today.'

'Not four!' said Jenny. 'But four's an awful lot, isn't it? I mean, you don't want so much sex when you have had sex with four already, do you?'

'Not as a rule, my dear. But I hope that I shall have more than four a day if I wear the kind of clothes that attract punters. I used to have many more than four customers when I was younger and if I were to dress more seductively I would attract many more.'

'I suppose it's being fucked by fat horrid, greasy men that makes you look so old.'

'Fucking so indiscriminately doesn't help to keep you young, certainly. It especially wears me out because I only allow the men to penetrate me anally. I would not wish to have another child.'

'Shall I help you? I used to suck boy's cocks when I was at home.'

'But I shouldn't like you to suck the cocks of my clients.'

'Oh, I can suck very well, you know.'

'I'm sure you do, Jenny. I should take it very kindly if you wouldn't do so here. Your father would not be well pleased. Will you sit by me and tell me about your home?'

Jenny certainly would not have believed her own ears had she been told an hour ago that she would end her first fit of desperate naughtiness by chatting with Mrs Tennant; but her chat with Mrs. Tennant did her good, and she went upstairs to prepare for supper in a happier frame of mind.

'I will stay here for a little,' she said finally to Mrs. Tennant, 'because I think it will help you. You look so terribly tired; and I don't think you ought to have this horrible work to do. I'd like to do it for you, but I don't suppose I shall have time. I will stay for a bit and see what I can make of the foundation girls.'

'The foundation girls?'

'Oh, yes; don't ask me to explain. There are a hundred of them at the Great Shirley School, and I am going - No, I can't explain. I will stop here instead of running away. I meant to run away when my affinity would have nothing to do with me.'

'Really, Jenny, you are a most extraordinary girl.'

'Of course I am,' said Jenny. 'Did you ever suppose that I was anything else? I am very remarkable, and I am very naughty. I always was, and I always will be. I am up to no end of mischief. I wish you could have seen me and Wayne together at home. Oh, what didn't we do? Oh, it was jolly! I am going to set some of the foundation girls at that sort of thing. I expect I shall have great fun with them. It is principally because my affinity won't have anything to do with me; she is attaching herself to another, and that other is little better than a monster. Your Cheryl won't like me; and, to be frank with you, I don't like her. I like you, because you are poor and worried and seem old for your age - although your age is a great one. There! good-bye for the present. Don't hate me too much; I can't help the way I am made. Oh; I hear Cheryl. What a detestable voice she has! Now then, I'm off.'

Jenny ran up to her room, and again she locked the door. She heard Cheryl's step, and she felt a certain vindictiveness as she turned the key in the lock. Cheryl presently took the handle of the door and shook it.

'Let me in at once, Jenny,' she said. 'I really can't put up with this sort of thing any longer. I want to get into my room; I want to tidy myself. I am going to supper to-night with Cassandra Weldon.'

'Then you don't get in,' whispered Jenny to herself. Aloud she said:

'I am sorry, darling, but I am especially busy, and I really must have my share of the bed to myself.'

'Do open the door, Jenny,' now almost pleaded poor Cheryl. 'If you want your share of the bed, I want mine. Don't you understand?'

'I am not interfering, dearest,' called back Jenny, 'and I am keeping religiously to my own half. I have the straight window, and you have the bay. I am not touching your beautiful half; I am only in mine.'

'Let me in,' called Cheryl again, 'and don't be silly.'

'Sorry, dear; don't think I am silly.'

There was a silence. Cheryl went on her knees and peered through the keyhole: Jenny was seated by her computer, and there was a sound of the furious tapping on the keyboard. 'This is intolerable,' thought Cheryl. 'She is the most awful girl I ever heard of. I shall be late. Vikki Addersley and Rhoda Pierpont are to call for me shortly, and I shan't be ready. I don't want to appeal to mother or to be rude to the poor wild thing the first day. Stay, I will tempt her. - Jenny!'

'Yes, darling.'

'Wouldn't you like to come with me to Cassandra Weldon's? She is so nice, and so is her mother. She plays some beautiful CDs.'

'American tunes?' called out Jenny.

'I don't know. Perhaps they've got some country & western or gangsta rap.'

'Thanks,' replied Jenny; 'I'm not going.' Again there was silence, and the tapping on the keyboard continued. Cheryl was now obliged to go downstairs to acquaint her mother.

'What is it, dear? Why, my dear Cheryl, how excited you look!'

 'I have cause to be, mother. I have come in rather late, very much buggered from a day of hard examination work and that cunt - that horrid girl - has locked me out of my bedroom. I was so looking forward to a nice little supper with Cassandra and the other girls! Jenny won't let me in; she really is a bitch. I can't stay in the room with her any longer; she is past bearing. Can't you give me an attic to myself at the top of the house?'

'You know I haven't a corner. '

 'Can't I share your bed, mummy? I shall be so miserable with that dreadful Jenny.'

'You know quite well, Cheryl, that it's the only really good bedroom in the house, and I can't afford to give it to one girl by herself. I think Jenny will be all right when we really get to know her; but she is very undisciplined. Still, the cash makes an immense difference to me, Cheryl. I can't help telling you so, my child.'

'In my opinion, it is hardly earned,' said Cheryl. 'I suppose I must stay down here and give up my supper. I can't go like this, all untidy, and my hair so messy, and my arse - oh, Mum, it is nearly black! It is really too trying.'

'I will go up and see if I can persuade her,' said Mrs. Tennant.

She went upstairs, turned the handle of the door, and spoke. The moment her voice reached Jenny's ears, she jumped to her feet, crossed the room, and bent down at the other side of the keyhole. 'Don't tire your dear voice,' she said. 'What is it you want?'

'I want you to open the door, Jenny. Poor Cheryl wants to get in to get her clothes. It is her room as much as yours. Let her in at once, my dear. '

 'I am very sorry, darling Mrs. Tennant, but I am privately engaged in my own half of the room. I am not interfering with Cheryl's.'

'But you see, Jenny, she can't get to her half.' 'The door is in my half, you know,' said Jenny very meekly, 'so I don't see that she has any cause to complain. I am awfully sorry; I will be as quick as I can. '

 'You annoy me very much. You make me very uncomfortable by going on in this extremely silly way, Jenny.'

'I'm very sorry, darling, sweetie,' whispered Jenny coaxingly. 'I really am awfully sorry, but there is no help for it. I must finish my own private affairs in my own half of the room.' She retreated from the door, and the keyboard tapping continued. Cheryl downstairs felt like a caged lion. Mrs. Tennant admitted that Jenny's conduct was very bad. 'It won't happen again, Cheryl,' she said, 'for I shall remove the key from the lock. She won't shut you out another time. Make the best of it, darling. If we don't worry her too much she is sure to capitulate.'

'Not she. She is a perfect horror,' said Cheryl. Mrs. Weldon's supper party was to begin at eight o'clock. It was now seven, and the girls were to call for Cheryl at half-past. If Jenny would only be quick she might still have time. The boys came in. They stared open-eyed at Cheryl when they saw her still sitting in her rough school things, a very cross expression on her face. David came up to her at once; he was the favourite, and people said he had a way with him. Whatever they meant by that, most people did what David Tennant liked. He stood in front of his sister now and said: 'What's the matter? And where's the little American black beauty?'

 'For goodness' sake don't speak about her,' said Cheryl. 'She's driving me mad.'

'Your sister is naturally much annoyed, David,' said his mother. 'Jenny is a very tiresome girl. She has locked the door of their mutual bedroom, and declines to open it; she says that as the door happens to be in her half of the room, she has perfect control over it. '

 David whistled. Ben burst out laughing. 'Well, now that is American,' David said. 'If you take her part I shall hate you all the rest of my life,' said Cheryl, speaking with great passion. 'But can't you wait just for once?' asked David. 'Anyone could tell she is just trying it on. She'll get tired of sitting there by herself if only you have patience. '

 'But I am due at Cassandra's for supper and Vikki Addersley and Rhoda Pierpont are to call for me at half-past seven.'

'Oh, that's it, is it?' said David. - 'Ben, leave off teasing.' For Ben was whistling and jumping about, and making the most expressive faces at poor Cheryl, - 'I will see what I can do,' he said, and he ran upstairs. David was very musical; indeed, the soul of music dwelt in his eyes, in his voice, in his very step. He might in some respects have been an American boy himself. He bent down now and whistled very softly, and in the most flute-like manner, 'The Star Spangled Banner' through the keyhole. There was a restless sound in the room, and then a cross voice said:

'Go away.' David stopped whistling 'The Star-Spangled Banner,' and proceeded to execute a most exquisite performance of 'Yankee Doodle Dandy.' Jenny trembled. Her eyes filled with tears. David was now whistling right into her room 'Camptown Girls.' Jenny flung down her pen, making a splash on the paper.

'Go away,' she called out. 'What are you doing there?'

'The outside of this door doesn't belong to you,' called David, 'and if I like to whistle through the keyhole you can't prevent me;' and he began 'The Star-Spangled Banner' again.

Jenny rushed to the door and flung it open. The tears were still wet on her cheeks.

'Can't you guess what you are doing?' she said. 'You are stabbing me - stabbing me. Oh! oh! oh!' and she burst into violent sobs. David took her hand.

 'Come, little American chick,' he said. 'Come along downstairs. I am going to be chummy with you. Don't be so lonely. Give Cheryl her room; one-half of it is hers, and she wants to dress to go out.'

'Let her take it all,' sobbed Jenny. 'I am most miserable. Oh, The Star-Spangled Banner, The Star-Spangled Banner! Oh, Land where the Buffalo roam! Oh, my broken heart!'

She laid her head on David's naked shoulder and went on sobbing. David felt quite bashful. There was nothing for it but to take out his big and not too clean handkerchief and wipe her tears away.

His penis stirred with excitement and his arms enveloped the darling American girl. Jenny's little mouth and tongue locked in David's and their naked bodies clung close together. In the passionate fumbling that followed, only David's respect for Jenny's tender years prevented his penis from entering inside her. Indeed, David was not sure which passage was best suited for such ingress: that which he was used to in his larks with his brother or that other one peculiar only to girls.

'Whisper,' he said in her ear. 'There are stables at the back of the house; they are old, worn-out stables. There is a loft over one, and I keep apples and nuts there. It's the jolliest place. Will you and I go there for an hour or two after supper?'

'Do you mean it?' said Jenny, her eyes filling with laughter, and the tears still wet on her cheeks.

'Yes, chick, I mean it, for I want you to tell me all you can about your Land where the Buffalo roam.'

'Why, then, that I will,' she replied. 'Golly, then, David, it's a real regular guy, you are!' and she kissed him on the glans revealed by his peeled-back foreskin. Despite his best endeavour at restrain, David ejaculated on her face and the semen dripped onto her chin and her naked breast. He then took her hand and led her into the dining-room. Cheryl was still there, looking more stormy than ever.

'It's too late now,' she said; 'the girls have come and gone. I can't go at all now.'

'But why, darling?' said Jenny. 'Oh! I wish I had let you in. - She must go, David, the poor dear. It would be cruel to disappoint her. - What dress will you wear?' said Jenny.

'Let me alone,' said Cheryl.

She rushed upstairs, but Jenny was even quicker.

'I'm not going to be nasty to you anymore,' she said through the sour taste of David's semen. 'I have found a friend, and I shall have more friends tomorrow. Jenny Weinburg would have died long ago but for her friends. I shall be happy when I've got a shit load of them here. Now then, let me help you. No, that isn't the shoe you want; here it is. And gloves - here's a pair, and they're neatly mended. Which hat did you say - the one with the blue scarf round it? Isn't it a pretty one? You put that on. Aunt Bernice Weinburg is going to send me a box of clothes from New York, and I will give you some of them. You mustn't say no; I will give you some if you are nice. I am ever so sorry that I kept you out of your part of the room; I won't do it anymore. Now you are dressed; that's fine. You won't hate me forever, will you?'

Cheryl growled something in reply. She had not Jenny's passionate, quick, impulsive nature - furious with rage one minute, sweet and gentle and affectionate the next. She hated Jenny for having humiliated and annoyed her; and she went off to Cassandra's house knowing that she would be late, and determined not to say one good word for Jenny.

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