We were going on Sunday to Aberdeen and I arranged with Restall to break my journey at Edinburgh, and come on by next train to Dundee, where he would wait for me.
Matters were easily arranged with Jean. I told him a tale about seeing some relations at Edinburgh.
I had a compartment to myself, but as we were going uphill and the train was progressing slowly, was astonished to see the head and shoulders of a man at the carriage window. The face resolved itself into that of Cunningham, one of our comedians.
He had been left alone, he said, the other men having gone, and hence his arrival late.
To cut a long story short, my readers, this terminated in another immoral adventure. I was not a bit keen on the man, but I was lonely and I was too lazy to struggle. Also, he wasn't a bad fellow and all said and done, a fuck on a long, dull journey was infinitely preferable to doing nothing at all. The action was likely to please both of us, besides killing time, why, therefore not consent?
The man did not waste words but in the confident manner of actors, went into action at once. It began with a snatched kiss on the cheek, followed by a grasp of his arm round my waist. Next moment his disengaged hands had lifted my skirts to my knees and then of course, I had to make a formal protest, which I did not mean seriously, and he, being experienced at the game, knew perfectly well.
He gave me a sigh of satisfaction as his fingers slid over my stockings and came at last to the bare flesh-dirty little cat that I was, I had omitted to put drawers on.
He bent back on the seat, slipped to his knees, put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me. It was commonplace but very pleasant We both laughed at the end.
"Forgive me, kid," he said, "but there's no harm done and after all, there are only two things to do on a journey, drink and, shall we call it 'flirt'-and I prefer the latter." We had whiskey and sodas and chatted and he was just going to have another, when we noticed Edinburgh quite near.
"I'll cut out quick," he said, "Restall'd be furious, if he knew I was with you."
I got to Dundee in good time and went straight to the Palace Hotel. I found Restall waiting in the hall.
"You're my niece here," he whispered. "I'd forgotten that they knew me, but I've got adjacent rooms and a sitting room."
We had a bathroom belonging to the suite and I had a comfortable laze in the hot water before dinner. Restall sat on the edge of the bath and watched me with vicious eyes.
I know he didn't mean to do anything before dinner but the sight was too much for him. When I got out of the bath, he pressed me to him, wet as I was, and kissed me fervently. Then he flung himself out of his clothes and made me bathe him. I soaped, scrubbed and massaged him, and eventually got in the bath with him.
There is a lot of talk about fucking in a bath, but believe me the game is not all it is cracked up to be. It is not so comfortable as it-might be to have a man on top of you, even though the water is delicious. Also, the water contracts the vagina and entrance is difficult. Still, we managed it successfully, and the water was full of floating sperm when we stood up.
I dried Restall with hot towels and thoroughly massaged him with my hands.
We dined, I in a tea gown, Restall in a smoking jacket. The man was, for the time being, genuinely in love with me. We lounged, smoking and fondling for an hour or so, on a big divan, and then went to bed.
Restall had made every preparation for the night. I could see that I was expected to go well through it. Whiskey, brandy, burgundy and champagne were provided, in case they were needed, likewise, raw eggs and Brand's essence. Restall was not a young man and needed extra stimulants.
I sat on the bed in my chemise, the former rolled up and showing a brilliant expanse of white thighs; Restall, smoking, stood and gazed.
"Well, Nemmy, what shall we do first?"
"Why ask me?" I answered; "I am only a kid while you've had all the most beautiful actresses in London in your bed. I am beginning, you are blase, do what you like with me; my body is all at your disposal. I have the greatest regard for you and I think you are the cleverest man I have ever met.
"Make me your little slave, eat me if you like; fuck me till you kill me; anything; I'm ready for ANYTHING, and now you can have it! I'm hot as hell!" and I slid my chemise off and lay back naked, my legs open.
The subsequent fuck was delightful, hot flesh meeting hot flesh. It was certainly a long one, and Restall pulled out at the end.
"Put it in your mouth, darling," he said. I drank it.
After an hour's talk, Restall's tongue ran riot over the exploits of his youth, he clasped me firmly, made me put his penis in and began very slowly. "I want this to be a long one, kid, I'm mad with lust."
For half an hour he fucked and talked; suddenly he became impetuous, gripped me violently, ravished me madly and fell prone upon me, and while I felt his outpourings, I fainted.
When I came to, he was still in the same position; the penis was still stiff, the grip tight, but he was strangely inert. I heard no sound of Breathing and shook him. I managed to get my hand to his heart; there was no beat and I was terrified.
Was the man in a cataleptic fit-or was it- but I dared not think. I struggled to free myself from that embrace but in vain. I might have been in a vice. His arms were locked round my body, his legs round mine; only my arms were tree. I struggled again and again to free myself, but in vain.
The man was indubitably dead. I remembered having heard that his heart was weak. I remembered also that there was on record a case where a dead man had to be separated from a girl by force. For another quarter of an hour I supported the intolerable position, hoping against hope that it was a seizure only.
At last I stretched out my hand and rang the bell. Presently a knock came on the door, a man's voice answered the enquiry.
"I wish to see the manageress only," I answered. Luckily we were in my room. Another knock came: "The door is locked but I am too ill to getup," I answered, "have you a duplicate key?" I heard a jingle of keys and managed to stretch my hand up and switch off the light.
I heard Madam, the manageress, fumbling her way into the room. "Please shut the door and lock it," I answered; "I have a terrible thing to tell. Mr. Restall is dead in this bed with me- and worse! Promise me you will be discreet, and — turn up the light." Very few words passed. She was a strong woman and eventually forced the corpse from me. She covered it with a sheet, while I hurried into a dressing gown.
"I can see that there must be no scandal," she said, "obviously Mr. Restall had died from heart failure. Help me carry him back to the other room and I will send for the doctor later. You had better leave the hotel by the first train in the morning and go to Aberdeen. Pretend to know nothing till the telegram comes to the theatre. You can rely on me to be absolutely discreet-for Mrs. Restall's sake, not yours!"
I went by the first train and had breakfast at my rooms, to the great surprise of Jean, who had not expected me until late in the day, and about 11 a. m. went down to the theatre. From the faces of those present it was obvious that the news had arrived. Presently, men began posting up notices that the theatre was closed. The assistant stage manager assembled the company and sent us all back to London that night. All salaries and details would be settled in time by Mr. Restall's trustees.
So ended my connection with Herbert Restall and my first engagement on the stage.