CHAPTER ELEVEN
I think it was Hilda who had the idea of the feather game. It was difficult to believe that my good aunt was that vicious. But everyone found her so delightful that I think they would have gone in for anything she proposed.
Naked and elegant, aunt Hilda told us what we were to do.
"Well, my children. You each have a feather and the idea is to give your partner as much pleasure as you can with it. You can well guess what has to be done. The first to come is the loser. The one who holds off the longest wins."
The feathers we used were long and each wag a different color which helped us distinguish who had which.
I carried a blue feather with which I tickled the c******s of my Gerty. Gertrude had a rose feather and she teased my father's balls with it. My own flesh and blo
