Matters went on in this way, when suddenly my mother died. I was at that time thirteen years old and developing fast. My breasts had grown and quite a bunch of blonde locks had made their appearance on my little citadel. As I look back, I lay my early development to all the intercourses I had had with the different men and boys up to the time of my mother's death; probably as many as fifty, all told. Of those about whom I am writing, there was first my brother Franz, then Robert, then Mr. Horak, who “tapped” me from behind, as you would a barrel of beer, about fifty times; then Alois, who often poked me as I lay in Clementina's lap; then Mr. Eckhard, then Shani-with him only the one time; once with the soldier, once with the ragged boy, who forced me, and in addition, all the boys whom I had enticed into the cellar and who had taken a “turn” at me; also two men who caught me alone on the highway. They threw me down but were so eager that they just squirted all over my stomach. Several others that I must have forgotten, but I do remember a drunken locksmith who tried to choke me, but luckily he climaxed as soon as my hand touched his member, which satisfied him. Then I remember an old man who coaxed me into the water-closet. He sat down, standing me between his legs and rubbed his half-limber machine between my thighs until he reached a climax. He gave me a pair of blue garters. In all, there were probably two dozen men. When mother died, I did not find out what ailed her. She was sick only two days and the day after her death they immediately took her to the morgue. We children cried a great deal, while we greatly feared our father, who was very strict with us. My brother Lorenz said: “That is my punishment for your sins; Franz” and yours!” I was deeply touched by his words, and believed them. I resolutely resolved after her death, never to do wrong again. The sight of Mr. Eckhard was unbearable. After a week he left us. I breathed easier when he was out of the house. Franz, with whom I was now often alone, tried to feel my breasts once; I slapped his face and after that he left me alone. My mother's death had made a great change in my life. I had fully made up my mind to be good, which would probably have been the case, had not fate willed otherwise.