Charles worked hard building up his business, and we lived in a small cottage behind his shop in Balwyn Road. He locked the shop over lunch time and came into the cottage to eat with me, always kissing me when he walked in the kitchen, and again when he left. Often he would lead me to our bedroom, carefully remove his jacket, shoes and trousers and wait until I lay on the bed. He would then slide his hands under my dress, pull my underwear down my legs and over my feet, throw them on the floor, and using his fingers, see if I was ready to accept his manhood. When we were first married, neither of us had experienced love-making and we learned together. Now we knew what pleasure was to come from our passion we looked forward to spending time together.
A couple of months after our wedding, I
