1 comments/ 5098 views/ 0 favorites Naming A Town By: JimBob44 September 29, 1912 Sacred Assumption Convent 121 State Street New Orleans, Louisiana Your Excellency: I write this in the hopes of persuading the Archdiocese of New Orleans to consider granting more monies to the Sacred Assumption Convent. We are in dire straits due to the recent season of storms that have ravaged not only our properties, but have also ravaged our foods sources. In addition to the perils these storms have visited upon us, we have been implored to provide charity to our neighboring patrons and devotees. You have, no doubt, seen the effects on our Archdiocese; the storms themselves were catastrophic enough, but when the waters receded, the hordes of mosquitoes were quite maddening indeed. These mosquitoes, of course killed far more persons than any storm ever could have. We here at Sacred Assumption Convent are not excluded from these sufferings. We lost two of our caretakers to illness. Since they were Negroes, they will be scarcely missed, but it does present some strain to our upkeep. We have also acquired nine more orphans the storms, and the ensuing illnesses have produced. This brings our current charge to forty two children, all under the age of eighteen years. There were four infants of under one years of age, one male and three females. All females possessed the name Elizabeth Ann Bailey. To avoid duplication, if you will review your records, you will note that we already house two Elizabeth Ann Baileys of the ages of sixteen years of age and twelve years of age respectively, I have taken it upon myself to christen these girls with new names. Please add the following names to your records for Sacred Assumption Convent, in ascending order of age. Rachael Ann Baylor, formerly Elizabeth Ann Bailey, age four months. Michael Thomas O’Brien, age four months. Theresa Lucille Bailey, formerly Elizabeth Ann Bailey, age nine months. Mary Catherine Baylor, formerly Elizabeth Ann Bailey, age ten months. The following two are twin males. Paul Robert O’Malley, age four years. Thomas Richard O’Malley, age four years. Margaret Ann O’Malley, age seven years, sister to Paul and Thomas O’Malley. Samantha Nicole Hebert, age seven years. Rebecca Lynne Broussard, age ten years. Again, Your Excellency, I implore you to consider our needs; I implore that you be most generous and gracious in your consideration of our needs. Yours in Christ, Mother Lucille Baylor. **** August 9, 1930 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My Dearest Theresa: How I miss you. We both knew that this day would come but I kept hoping and praying that somehow God would see fit that you and I would forever be together. But no matter how many novenas I offered or tears I shed, it was for naught. Michael and I have arrived at our stead; he as groundskeeper and I as maid. I cannot help but snicker at the thought of Michael as groundskeeper for you and I both know that it has always been I to assist in keeping the grounds of Sacred Assumption Convent. But Lady Emily DeGarde deemed it more fitting for our sexes to be employed as such. I cannot help but think, should she have seen how Michael Thomas O’Brien screamed, then fainted as we flew from the air field of New Orleans to the airfield of Lafayette, she would relegate our duties in a more fitting manner. But be assured, I shall do my duties to my fullest abilities. Let me describe to you our employer, Lady Emily DeGarde. To my unknowing eyes, she appears to be of forty years of age. Her face has some lines and her hair has some strands of silver amongst the black. She stands a mere five feet in height, mot much taller than Mother Superior Agnes, and much more slender than Mother Superior Agnes. Oddly enough, though, Lady Emily dresses in a manner that is somewhat disconcerting; she dresses as if she is still a child at her mother’s knee. She also participates in childish games. I simply must tell you of our very first meeting. When our aeroplane had come to a halt, Michael and I were met by a colored man driving an automobile. Our baggage was loaded, and we were taken to Lady Emily’s estate, Far East of Lafayette; I was sure we were to drive all the way back to New Orleans, we drove so far. As the colored man bade us leave the automobile, I heard hard soled shoes striking the ground. I glanced and saw a small boy running toward us; head covered by cloth cap, shirt with no collar attached, and short pants. His small face was displaying all the charms of a youth engaging in mischief, so as he ran past, I did what I have done so many times in the past when the boys of Sacred Assumption misbehaved; I reached out and yanked the boy off his feet. The boy yelled for me to let him go and called me several quite hurtful names. Then the child had the cheek to bite me, quite hard, on my nose. I was so shocked, both by the savage bite, and by the vile names I had been called that I relinquished my hold on the youth. As he ran off, the colored man laughed and said to myself and Michael that we had now met our matron, Lady Emily DeGarde. I stared at him n confusion; he could not have meant that Lady Emily DeGarde was, in fact, a boy. Then we heard more hard soled shoes running and a woman, dressed in the clothing of a young boy ran past us. This time, there was no mistaking the gender of the person; the male clothing did not suppress woman’s bosom or hips. We were told that the woman was our superior, Miss Chloe Hebert. We entered the front of the building, each carrying our own baggage and a colored woman dismissed the man, and then showed us to the third floor of the house. My room was adjacent to Michael’s room and we shared a common washroom. In Glancing out of my window, I could see Chloe; she had the small boy kneeling in front of her and seemed to be bouncing her belly against the posterior of the boy. The colored woman shocked me tremendously when she too glanced out the window and declared that Chloe had found Lady Emily’s hiding place and was now exacting her punishment. I confessed that I may have hindered Lady Emily, but the colored woman just laughed all the harder and confided that Lady Emily always hides in the same place, hoping to be caught and then punished. It was nearly dark by then so we were given our evening meal and bade good night’s rest. Our duties would be explained to us in the morning. It grows late; I will close this letter for now, my dear Theresa. But know this; I still taste your lips, I still feel your flesh against mine. Time will never erase those memories from my heart, my dear Theresa. Yours, Rachael Ann Baylor. **** August 16, 1930 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My dearest Theresa: Once weekly, we are to take the automobile to Lafayette to procure our perishable goods, and to deliver the post. I do plan to write to you at least one letter a week now that I know of our schedule. And of such, I must tell of our employ. Our very first morning, we were roused from our slumber by Chloe Hebert, our supervisor. She allowed us but little time to perform our morning constitutionals, and then measured us for our work costumes. To my utter embarrassment, she did this together. I had to stand, in my undergarments, in front of Michael. I am sure my face was nearly as red as a fresh tomato. To compound my discomfort, she said that we were to wear our costumes without the benefit of our undergarments. This of course would be of no concern, if the costumes were of acceptable length and decorum, but they are not. My costume has a bodice that bares much of my bosom, which, as you may remember, is quite ample. The skirt of the costume barely reaches my knee, exposing my calf to whomever cares to look. Michael, because he shall labor outdoors, is allowed a shirt and collar as well as full length trousers and hard soled boots. He also has a short cap to cover his fair head. For myself, Chloe began to have me don a cap, but then tugged on my hair and said that she could not bear the thought of covering my beautiful locks I promptly gave Michael a drubbing with my fist as he laughed at Chloe’s statement. But I must agree; none but this woman has ever space of my auburn locks as beautiful. My duties are simple, really. I am the maid in charge of the second floor which contains the sleeping quarters, library, and billiards and card room of the house. There are two colored girls to care for the kitchen, dining area, and parlor of the first floor. And it was while I was in the library that I had my second meeting with our employer, Lady Emily. Theresa, as you may remember, I was a voracious reader, much enjoying the works of Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Byron and Keats. These tomes were available, lining the shelves of the east wall. The northern wall and western wall, however, had volumes of the like which have never graced, nay, disgraced the library of Sacred Assumption. I had stepped onto the ladder to dust the upper shelves and naturally skimmed along the titles of these books. Have you ever heard of ‘The Memoirs of Fanny Hill’ or ‘A Collection of Tales from The Pearl?’ No respectful woman should ever read such prurient, salacious filth! But I was on the ladder, dusting the top shelf, nearly a dozen feet off the ground when I heard the rustle of clothing beneath me. I glanced over my shoulder and espied a girl standing directly behind me, peering quite intently up my skirt. I clutched my skirt to myself and harshly told the child to run along. Instead of running, though, the child had the impertinence to comment on the color of the hair covering my cleft. She called it a coo instead of a cleft, though. Then, the insolent urchin had the audacity to ask if I was literate; if I could read a story to her before her mid-day repose. Again, I loudly demanded that she remove herself at once. I must have been quite loud because Chloe came in to see what the noise was about. Then she bade me to come down the ladder and be formerly introduced to my employer, Lady Emily DeGarde. Theresa, Lady Emily DeGarde was the naughty child. I could hardly find my voice as Chloe introduced me to this woman. All I could do was staring in an impolite manner at this woman that dressed in the short dresses of a child. Her dark hair is cut quite short, and is held in place with the hair ribbons of a child. The dress itself was of a pale yellow and reached down to mid-thigh. I very nearly expected her to raise the hem and expose to me her diaper. Again, she asked if I could read and I did admit that I am quite well versed in the classics, along with a few of the more modern literature. Then this woman turned to Chloe and demanded that I be made to read to her. She then curtsied, razing the hem of her short costume, and I saw that she did not have on any diaper, as I had feared. Much worse; she too was without undergarments. The book which Chloe obtained was entitled ‘Risqué and Ribald Bedtime Tales.’ I dutifully followed the woman to Lady Emily’s bedchamber where Lady Emily was already in the sleeping garment of a child. I asked which tale she would like read and she very quickly demanded Tale one hundred and twelve. I was only three pages into the story when I heard Lady Emily’s deep rumbling snores. Very unladylike, I assure you. But I simply had to finish the tale; I was absolutely entranced by the very vulgarity of the words! I shall do my best to tell you that the tale had to do with a dutiful daughter allowing her father the liberties of herself that only a husband should avail of his wife. The daughter did much more than gives her father the rights to her cleft, though. She also used her mouth on his manhood. But when the author hinted that the father would ask for the daughter to surrender her fundament, I shut the book forthwith. So, my dearest Theresa that is my charge. I care for the home and possessions of a woman that regards herself as a child, surrounded by the staff that entertains her notions, and am forced to read the writings of depraved imaginations. And of course, Michael is of no assistance. He must wake before I and is quite often late arriving to the third floor. I do not find myself lacking his uninspiring wit and conversation, though. I do find myself quite often thinking of you, of your sweet kisses and tender touches. Oh, Theresa, if only I were a man! I would then betroth myself to you! But I cannot, so must contend myself with dreams of you. Yours, Rachael Ann Baylor **** August 30, 1930 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My Dearest Theresa, I have very exciting things to write to you in this post. Lucas, the colored man that drives Michael and myself to town once a week decided that Michael or I needed to learn to drive, for those days when he is unable to perform those duties. Michael proved that he is incapable of this, very nearly striking a tree before we were even out of sight of DeGarde Chateau. He then proceeded to stall the automobile three times in a row. Lucas then showed me how to operate the motorcar and said that I managed quite well. So, I am now the second floor maid and the only other person in the house to possess the rights to operate the motorcar. Aside from this, though, my employ here at 1 DeGarde Chateau is quite disconcerting. Lady Emily seems to delight in tormenting me. She quite often hides in the linen closet, which is located in the wash room, springing out as I am relieving myself. She also enjoys peering through the keyhole as I bathe. When I am seated, reading to her from her quite lewd tomes, she attempts to peer up my skirt, or down my bodice. She makes no attempts to be discrete and will quite often comment on the loveliness of my form and coloring. She also avails herself of spirits and will become greatly intoxicated. I do not know where she has procured the spirits as the Volstead Act makes possession of, or consumption of such illegal. Chloe has said to me, though, that when one has the amount of monies that Lady Emily possesses, there are very few laws that govern. But it is when she is intoxicated that I fear fro my virtue and my very life. When she is of the mood, she will display to me her father’s collection of rifles, pistols, swords, daggers and knives. It would seem that Captain DeGarde was in the employ of the Army and even rode with Theodore Roosevelt. Lady Emily makes the claim that she is quite proficient with Captain DeGarde’s entire arsenal. The first time she showed me the collection, which is on prominent display in the billiards room, she took down a vicious looking sword, hefted it, and swiped at me with it. I screamed as the blade very nearly striking me. She then ordered me to remove my costume. Chloe ran into the room to see why I had screamed, thus saving me from having to disrobe. I do avoid that room, particularly when I hear Lady Emily going into the room. But if summoned, I do go; it is my position, after all. Theresa, how I miss you, how I long for you, long to have you in my arms. I shall dream of you, my set, lovely Theresa. Yours, Rachael Ann Baylor **** October 19, 1930 1813 Good Children New Orleans, Louisiana My dearest Rachael, I too miss you and do pray that God Himself deem it so that we can be together again. I still remember that one night that you so brazenly slipped into my cot and gave me such wanton pleasure with your mouth. At night, the loneliness and the longing grow so great that I do touch my own cleft and imagine it is your hand. Rachael, I am quite dissatisfied with my position here as Dr. Kimble’s governess. He is quite the surgeon, or so the staff tell me, but he is rarely home to mind his own children. The children, an eight year old boy and a five year old girl, are intolerable creatures that believe themselves the better of me. They do not mind my requests, are often ill-tongued, quite disrespectful to myself and to the other staff. They seem to delight in reminding us that we are not their father or their mother and therefore cannot tell them how to conduct themselves. The father? He is so cowed by his own children that he will not tell them to mind us. As I said, I am told that he is a brilliant surgeon. I wish that he would perform a surgery on his children and remove their impertinent tongues. Perhaps he could perform a surgery upon himself and give himself a backbone with which to stand up to these cretins he has sired. I did not wish to spend my time writing this letter in spiteful complaints but I simply must tell someone or I shall burst. And I do have a query; in your earlier correspondence, you stated that ‘The Town Bull’ penned by the infamous John Cleland is no prose that any respectful woman would ever read. My dear Rachael, how would you know this? Unless you have done what no respectful woman would do and actually read the book? I am sure your lovely freckles are all but obscured by your profound blush! Oh my dear Rachael, I do remember a time or two that I caused your blush and laugh now, remembering those times. Alas, I must end this letter; Earl is loudly demanding that I accompany him to the park so that he may ride his bicycle. With Love, Theresa Lucille Bailey **** October 26, 1930 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My dearest Theresa, I find myself falling deeper and deeper into the chasm; the people of DeGarde Chateau are completely mad. I fear for my very sanity. Last evening, as is her wont, I arrived at Lady Emily’s bedchambers to read to her from that most vile of books. She seems to favor those stories numbered from one hundred and one to one hundred and twenty. These are the stories of fathers taking their daughters virtue. From time to time, she will have me read a selection from those numbered eighty one to one hundred, which are stories of young maidens learning the pleasures of carnality from one another. She never has me read anything from one hundred and eighty to two hundred and one, the recounting of young men enjoying the sins of the flesh with one another. And I am most grateful that I do not have to read any of the tales numbered two hundred and forty one to two hundred and sixty. I had to consult the large unabridged dictionary Lady Emily DeGarde has to see what bestiality actually means. Believe me; you have no desire to learn. The good sisters of Sacred Assumption would faint dead away, I can assure you of that. But I am rambling, am I not? I entered after being bade to do so, and Lady Emily was, as usual, in a state of undress. But so too was Chloe. I did offer to leave to return at a later time and was told that I could sit and begin reading one hundred and six, which is one of Lady Emily’s favorite. In this particular tale, the father impregnates his dither, then at a suitable time, impregnates are again. The entirety of my reading, Lady Emily and Chloe kissed and fondled each other, with lights on, and with myself in the room, observing. When I finished the tale, which ends when the father decides to impregnate his daughter’s daughter, just as the girl has reached the age of majority, Lady Emily ordered me to read one hundred, a tale of an older woman being awarded charge of a young niece, and teaching the young niece the beauty of the kind of love that women can so easily share. Just as I completed that reading, Lady Emily grasped my hand and said that she would like to be my ‘Aunt’ and would like to teach me. I confessed that I was already familiar with the carnal pleasures, but was only familiar with immature fumbling in a dark dormitory, with the fear of being discovered ever present. Naming A Town Theresa, please do not be angry that I have broken our confidence; I did not relinquish your name, just that you were my closest friend and that I have a strong attraction and affinity for you. Again, I fear that I am slipping into the madness. I sit and write this letter from the bedchambers of Lady Emily; she has had my meager possessions moved from the third floor into her own chambers. She has hinted that tonight, I will learn the function and usage of a phallus, artificial though it may be and in my own madness, Theresa, I tremble in anticipation. I must close this note for now; I hear the footsteps of my Lady coming. With Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** December 26, 1930 1813 Good Children New Orleans, Louisiana My dearest Rachael, Thank you for the lovely gold crucifix and the quite smart watch. I wear the crucifix around my neck and nestle it next to my heart. The watch fits handsomely upon my wrist, where I can look upon it and think of you. Rachael, I simply am besides myself at this moment. Dr. Kimble’s gift to me was a complete shock. All his staff; the two maids, the cook, and the chauffer as well as myself each received a twenty five dollar cheque. I do not need to tell you just how incredibly generous twenty five dollars is; the newspapers carry such dreadful accounts of the suffering of our fellow countrymen and their families. Then, after Earl and Rebecca had finally allowed themselves to be put to bed, Dr. Kimble entered my own bedchambers. Thankfully, I was still fully clothed, but it was still quite troubling to have a male visitor in my bedchamber. He was as nervous as I and spent much of his time in my chamber speaking of nothing important, and then came out with a declaration of admiration and love! He then presented me with a gold ring that is adorned with two diamonds. He said that the two diamonds represent himself and myself and if I would agree to wed myself to him, the ring would be mine to keep. He wanted an answer right away, but I begged off, telling him that I really needed to pray on this; it is quite a decision to make. Rachael, on the one hand, it would offer much security; he is quite wealthy. He is not unpleasant to look upon and is reasonably well-mannered. But those two beastly children of his! And of course, he shall want more children that I shall have to bear for him. This morning, I did tell him that my answer is affirmative, provided that the children are made to understand that I will now be their mother and am to be afforded all the respect that motherhood entails. I smiled my very first smile since entering the Kimble home when Earl and Rebecca were informed of this development. Both children declared their hatred of me and declared that they would not mind me. I then entered his library and sternly told him that he could either discipline his children, very decisively, or the nuptials were to be called off. Earl was first to receive a bare-bottom paddling which had himself and young Rebecca in tears by the time Dr. Kimble ceased, then Rebecca was given the same, albeit with fewer strikes as she is younger and more delicate. May God have mercy upon me but I did quite enjoy their wails! As soon as the much chastened Dr. Kimble departed for his appointments, I did inform the children that, as soon as I was wed to their father, it would be I administering the paddle and that I would not be as lenient as he. Rachael, I grow apprehensive at the very thought of marriage to this man and apprehensive at assuming the deities of motherhood. He has set the wedding date to be one month from this day, on January 26 of this coming year. I do not know why he will not give more time to plan, but he is adamant that we wed soon. I close this letter now; the night grows long for me. With Much Love, Theresa Lucille Bailey **** January 2, 1931 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My dearest Theresa, And soon I shall have to address you as Mistress Kimble. Enclosed, please find a cheque from Lady Emily DeGarde and myself; it is our wedding gift to you. I am actually laughing as I write this; you will not believe what occurred here at DeGarde Chateau during the Christmas festivities. Lady Emily is much into the festivities of the season and has us decorate her home in as grand a fashion as you have ever seen. She also uses the holiday as an excuse to imbibe ever more into her private stash of spirits. She even allows the colored servants to imbibe after their duties are completed. Her son, Jasper DeGarde, arrived two days before Christmas. He was not expected, but thankfully I had already prepared a chamber for him. I had done so in anticipation of a guest arriving too late to make the treacherous journey away. I could tell that Lady Emily was not pleased to see her only child, no he pleased to see her. Because of the season, though, the two did agree to be civil with one another. Though his name is Jasper, he did tell me that I am to address him as Jazz; a name he has acquired for himself as he resides in New Orleans. He would not tell me his street, but hinted that it was close to Audobon Park. I did tell him that I grew up within striking distance of Audobon Park, at the convent. Then Michael wandered in, complaining bitterly of the col. Jazz and Michael looked at one another and did not take their eyes from the other. Lady Emily made a quite unladylike sound and then called her son a fruit. After dinner, Lady Emily drank quite a bit of her spirits and I had to summon Lucas and Chloe to assist me in carrying her to her bed. She could not be roused from her slumber, so I left her chambers, grateful for the respite. Of late, she has often marked my flesh with the severity of her touches. Both my cleft and my fundament have been violated by her dildo, which is a rather large club made of carved ivory and adorned with several bumps. She also has one that she cinches about her waist with a belt of leather. It too is made of ivory but is quite smooth in texture. My intent was to retire in my previous third floor room so I walked toward the staircase. Then I heard, somewhat muffled, Michael complain that he was being harmed. Then I heard Jazz assure him that any pain would be short lived. I could not resist and peered in through the keyhole. There, on the bed, were Jazz and Michael. Both had disrobed completely and both were in a state of arousal. Michael lay upon his back while Jazz knelt above him and the two men kissed as passionately as a man and woman would kiss. I very nearly cried out as I then saw Jazz take his phallus and force it into Michael’s fundament. Again Michael protested, but Jazz persisted and thrust his phallus in and out of Michael’s fundament. After a few moments, he asked Michael if it still pained him and Michael cried out that it felt absolutely glorious. I did not stay to witness any other behavior between the two degenerates; rather I ran to my own room. Two days after we celebrated the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Jazz and Michael left DeGarde Chateau, bound for New Orleans. Both Lady Emily and I heaved a sigh of relief at their departure. I heave a sigh of remorse that you will soon be wed to another. I do remain gladdened that I have known the pleasures of your kiss and will treasure that memory for all my life. I close this letter for now, my darling Theresa. Lady Emily has ordered me to wash the sheets from the bed that Jazz and Michael had sullied; she declares that she can still smell their foul stench on the bedding. I must take the sheets down from the clothes line now. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** January 29, 1931 1813 Good Children New Orleans, Louisiana My dearest Rachael, I can barely contain my laughter as I write these words to you. I am now Theresa Lucille Kimble. But this alone is not the source of my laughter. I shall explain. The wedding itself was an over long and quite ostentatious ceremony. I, cinched in girdle and formal gown, was quite close to fainting away as Father Geoffrey mumbled and stuttered his way through the words. My husband looked quite ill at ease in his own finery, as did his two children. The wedding meal, thankfully, followed very quickly and I ate what I was able to; the girdle preventing me from fully indulging my wants. Then, the children were sent to bed, and Dr. Kimble and I retired to his suite to consummate our nuptials. Rachael, his manhood could hardly be called manhood; it is all of four inches long, if that. No sooner had I removed my girdle than he was mounting me as a bull mounts his cow. I did experience the sting of my maidenhead giving way to my husband, and then he bellowed, broke wind, and was completed. I stared at him as he prepared to slumber and asked him if he truly believed himself to be done; I was still unsatisfied. He told me that his husbandly rights did not bear it upon him to satisfy my salacious nature. In fact, it would be best for me to not desire satisfaction. I then informed him that the marriage was over if he truly believed that I would confine myself to a lifetime of dissatisfaction and frustration. He angrily gestured at his manhood (I still chortle at referring to his small appendage as ‘manhood’) and stated that it would not rise to the occasion. I stated he had a mouth and that mouth contained a tongue. He was horrified at I would even suggest such a vile act and stated that, indeed this marriage was over if I truly had such proclivities. He began to rise out of the bed and made an effort to push me from his chambers. I shoved him, quite hard, sung my leg over, and forced my cleft quite firmly onto his mouth, matching beard for beard as it were. Oh, Rachael! He struggled mightily and cried out quite vulgar words, words that no husband should utter to his wife, but I did tell him that he could either use his tongue, or he could suffocate. He finally did lick my cleft and did locate my pleasure bump. At this point, I did release my hold upon his head and allow him to draw breath. I could see in his eyes that he was quite upset, even angered with me, but just as he prepared to utter more vindictive words, I pressed my cleft to his face again. He finally managed to bring me to satisfaction, albeit weakly. But when I dismounted his face, I noticed that his manhood was once again quite rampant and so I squatted upon it. I then informed him, if he again failed to satisfy me, I would take his razor strop and flail him soundly. He promptly did spend mightily into my womb. Rachael, I now do laugh as I write these very words; I made good my promise and whacked him quite soundly upon his posterior. The harder I struck him, the more rampant his manhood grew. Soon, I was taunting him and taunting his manhood and he fell to his knees, kissed my bare feet and begged my forgiveness. I laugh because as I write this, he is in our chambers, awaiting my ministrations. After I have flogged him, I then shall allow him to pleasure my cleft with his mouth. If he does well enough, I will then grant him permission to place his manhood into my cleft. The children? They have decided to test my authority, and both have learned it best not to test my authority again. Suffice it to say that neither one will be demanding to be allowed to ride their bicycles any time soon; those hard leather seats can be quite uncomfortable on a sore backside. I close this letter for now, my dear Rachael; I have made my husband wait long enough for his nightly reward. With Much Love, Theresa Lucille Kimble **** February 16, 1931 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My dearest Theresa, I have read your letter over and over again and each new reading again brings merriment. Fortunate indeed the woman that can keep her husband in good order. I have both happy news and tragic news to divulge. Let me begin with the happy news. With the departure of Michael, we had need of a new groundskeeper. Lucas was overheard to comment that we had need of a new groundskeeper long before Michael’s departure; we did have to agree with him. I sent a correspondence straight away to Sacred Assumption and inquired of Paul Thomas Bender’s suitability for this position. I am sure you remember him; he had the long dark hair that he wore in curls, the slender, angelic face, and quite handsome physique. He had left Sacred Assumption two years prior to work for an iron foundry. How fortunate for us that he had just recently lost this position; the foundry closed its doors. He was dispatched immediately and Lucas was sent to the airfield to collect him. Theresa, I was already quite anxious of his arrival, but the moment he stepped into the foyer of DeGarde Chateau, my anxiety multiplied. I very nearly swooned at the sight of him. Lucas did very poorly to hide his amusement as I approached on shaky legs to where our new groundskeeper stood. He reached out a hand to me, but I brushed his hand aside and pressed my bosom to him and none too gently pressed my lips to his. That very night, he became the first man to ever enter my cleft. My maidenhead had long been disposed of by Lady Emily’s dildo (her name for the phallus she cinches to her waist) but if he was disappointed in my lack of this barrier, Paul Thomas did not give voice to his disappointment. As skilled as Lady Emily is with her dildo, particularly the one she ties about her waist, she is sorely lacking when compared to Paul Thomas. I cried out several times as my pleasure crested over and over. With heaviness of heart, I left him to slumber; the duties groundskeeper starts quite early indeed. I was then summoned to Lady Emily’s chambers. Upon my arrival, she demanded that I disrobe; not an unusual demand from her, I assure you. I spend more of my days disrobed than I would care to recount. Then she examined my cleft; she calls it a coo, and upon spotting Paul Thomas seed flowing from my cleft, began to lap at my cleft in earnest. And that is how it has been for the past few nights. I entertain Paul Thomas, and then Lady Emily partakes of Paul Thomas’ spending, taking it from my cleft. But now for the tragic news. Chloe, my supervisor, took quite ill with dysentery. We did summon the doctor and he arrived from Lafayette, but by the time he had arrived, she had worsened. All he could do by this point is making her comfortable. She expired the following morning. Being that she was an orphan, a charge of Sacred Assumption, we buried her in the small cemetery just a short walk from a beautiful lake. I read the gravestones in this small cemetery and saw that Captain DeGarde and two other DeGarde males had expired September 29, 1911. This date is significant to myself because the date coincides with my inclusion into the Sacred Assumption Convent. There was also one grave for a Catherine Emily DeGarde, deceased March 3, 1893. Lady Emily came and quietly informed me that this was the gravesite of her mother whom had died giving birth to Lady Emily. The two males buried with the Captain were the brothers of Lady Emily. With the passing of Chloe Hebert, I am now in charge of the house servants, four colored girls, and all four older than myself. Theresa, I am but nineteen years of age, far too young to bear such responsibility! But I shall do my best. I close this letter for now. I must tend to the planning of the Sunday meal. With Much Love, Rachael Ann Baylor. **** March 4, 1931 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My Dearest Theresa, I am glad you found much amusement in reading the tome I borrowed from Lady Emily’s library. I was sure that you would make use of the writings contained within ‘The Art of Restraint and Flagellation’ and am gratified that you did not find the works tedious. Yesterday was Lady Emily’s birthday. For the festivities, she had worn a very short pink frock that barely reached midway to her knees, very much like the frocks of a child. In her short hair, she had a matching ribbon and likewise had on matching short stockings and small black leather buckled shoes. We celebrated by having a picnic by the lake, and then had cake and ice cream. There were nineteen candles placed upon the cake, even though, by all accounts, there should be thirty eight candles adorning the cake. Luella, one of the cooks, informed me that there have never been more than nineteen candles; her nineteenth birthday was the first birthday Lady Emily celebrated as the matriarch of the DeGarde estate. We sang a rather silly song and she closed her eyes, made a wish, and then blew the candles out. Upon opening her eyes, she looked around and I could see the disappointment on her countenance. Theresa, my heart hurt as I watched her pain. I ordered the servants to make sure that no insects disturb our cake, and that the ice cream be kept chilled, and grabbed Lady Emily’s small hand in mine. Even though I knew the answer, I did ask if her wish had not come true, even as she blew out all of her candles. She asked how I knew this; it was indeed true. I told her that each year, when I wish my wish; it never does come to pass. I told her that you, my dear Theresa, and Paul Thomas are the closest I have ever had to having my wishes granted. I wish for a family to call my own. She confided that she wished that she could again be returned to the day of her eighteenth birthday. We paused to sit on a tree stump while she recounted the tale of her eighteenth birthday. Much of it was quite shocking to myself, but I listened nonetheless. I shall now share with you of which she spoke. It was an unseasonably warm day and instead of her maid, Birdie, waking her, her father, the Captain came to her room and kissed her awake. But this was not the usual affectionate pressing of lips to the cheek of a sleeping child. This was the thrusting of his tongue into her mouth. When she was sufficiently awakened, he bade her complete her morning ablutions and join himself and her two brothers on the back veranda for a special morning meal. He reminded her that today was her eighteenth birthday, a day that would welcome her into womanhood. She did so, and dashed down the stairs and outside. The maid placed freshly made griddle cake onto the table, but before she could eat of it, her father and her two brothers did something so shocking, that she fainted from the sheer lunacy, the sheer depravity of the act. Standing, the three males unbuttoned their breeches, took their rampant manhood into their hands, and stroked themselves until their seed spurted onto her griddle cake. She was revive day both brothers slapping her face lightly with their erect members. Then she was encouraged to eat the defiled griddle cake, with their spending liberally coating it. The maid then placed griddle cakes in front of her father and two elder brothers. With a knowing smile, she asked Lady Emily how she enjoyed he griddle cake. Her father said that she would enjoy her morning meal every day henceforth with the seed of her father and two brothers sweetening it. After their special breakfast, she was allowed to play her favorite game of Hide and Seek. A few hours later, the maid came and informed them that the celebration meal was now ready. She was to dress in the pink frock, ribbons and shoes that she now wore. But, she was not given any undergarments to wear. The meal was good, as was the cake. After the meal’s dishes had been cleared away, her father brought out a brandy bottle, poured four snifters and toasted his daughter’s day of becoming a woman. He then informed her, as the woman of the house, it would be her duty to provide the DeGarde house with another female, just as his sister had done eighteen years earlier. She asked if she was to be betrothed and her father stated that he and his sister had not been wed, yet she provided him with two fine male specimens as well as herself. Naming A Town Then, her father reached out his hand, and pulled the pink dress from her form, exposing her bare bosom, coo, and posterior to himself and her two elder brothers. Her father declared to the two brothers that her mouth and fundament were theirs to enjoy, but her coo was his, until she had been found to be with his child. Then he placed her on a settee, dropped his breeches to the floor, and placed the head of his phallus to the mouth of her coo. With a mighty lunge which very nearly toppled the settee onto its back, he broke through her maidenhead. When the brutal ravishment ended, her two brothers instructed her on using her mouth to pleasure their members. Then her father again took his pleasure from her coo. But by this time, she too took pleasure from the coupling. All three took great pains to service her fundament, easing their passage with a poultice they had at the ready. Then, father and daughter retired to the master chambers; she was quite exhausted after all had transpired that day. She would reside in his bed until it was determined that she was with child. Then she was allowed to also enjoy the bedchambers of both brothers; they were now allowed to enjoy the use of her coo. Also, her father would now take his pleasure from her fundament and mouth. Jasper was the result of her father’s activities. He assured her that he was not disappointed that she had not borne him a daughter; there would certainly be more children. She ten learned the horrifying truth. Upon the birth of a daughter, she would be murdered, just as her mother had been. Her father had bred her and raised her to be his sexual plaything and did not want the meddling influence of a woman corrupting her. So too would he raise her daughter. This is the reason Lady Emily does not know how to read; her father read to her and read to her the most depraved of literature that he could procure. This is why Lady Emily dresses as a child; her father had no desire for her to ever progress beyond the earliest of maturity. This is why Lady Emily, although a grown woman, still partakes in children’s’ games. If she were to bear a daughter, that daughter would too be raised as nothing more than a sexual plaything. But before she could conceive another child, the Captain and his sons would arrive in New Orleans and become infected by the swarms of mosquitoes, dying before returning home. They were buried in the small cemetery, next to her mother’s gravesite. She raised Jasper as well as she could, trying her best to teach him to be a man. Upon his eighteenth birthday, she taught him how to pleasure a woman. He left the DeGarde estate the very next day. And, year after year, she sits, wishes for her eighteenth birthday to return to her, and year after year, she opens her eyes to the disappointment. Time does not return; it only moves forward. I must close this letter now, my dear Theresa; I again hear Lady Emily’s sobs coming from the bed. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** July 20, 1931 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My Dear Theresa, I could not tell from your last letter whether you are excited or apprehensive that you are now with child. I have decided that I shall be happy for you. My own time with child has proven to be quite fulfilling. Each day, I reach down and feel the son I shall bear for my Paul Thomas. Lady Emily has become quite affectionate as well, placing numerous kisses upon my abdomen whenever the opportunity arises. I fear that may very quickly cease; I have the most dreadful news to give to her. A telegram has just arrived and it states that Jasper and Michael were both killed as they stepped out of a speakeasy. Someone approached them, called them a perversion and an affront to God, and shot them both until they no longer moved. I do slightly mourn the loss of Michael; he was nearly a brother to myself. But I know not how Lady Emily shall take the passing of her only child. I dare not tarry any longer, my dear Theresa. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor. **** August 9, 1931 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My Dearest Theresa, It was a somber ceremony as we lay Lady Emily DeGarde to rest next to her mother. As I had feared, the news of her son’s murder was too much for her to bear. She had Lucas drive her into town where she spoke with an attorney, then returned to the estate and drank several glasses of brandy. She refused food; just drank and stared at the few photographs he had of her father, her two brothers, and her son. Very early the following morning, I was awakened by a gunshot. I found Lady Emily dead from a single gunshot to the chest. James Guidry, Esquire, the attorney she had visited came to the estate the day after we placed her to rest and bade that he and I meet in the library. He had a quite thick stack of pages with him and read them to me. I assured him that I was capable of reading them, but he continued to read to me in his dry, quite grating voice. Theresa, it would seem that Lady Emily DeGarde has bequeathed the estate, in its entirety, to myself. It is very nearly five hundred thousand acres of land that stretches from the coastline, to just north of the Atchafaylaya Bayou, which the Army Corp of Engineers had approached Lady Emily of making it into a spillway, a reservoir for Lafayette. If I am in accordance with what James Guidry, Esquire has stated, I am quite wealthy indeed. It is a bit much for me to comprehend; I close this letter for now as I wish to again read the papers that James Guidry, Esquire has left behind. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** October 22, 1931 1813 Good Children New Orleans, Louisiana My dearest Rachael, I cannot wait for this dreadful burden to be lifted from me! If I have to endure another sleepless night with the baby kicking and squirming within me, or another day with the agonizing back pains, I feel I shall quite literally go mad. Thankfully, my husband has prescribed laudanum and I avail myself of the drug as much as possible. My dear Rachael, I shed tears of joy that you have named a few acres Kimble, in honor of myself. I do feel it quite fitting that you would name the stretch of land nearest the coast Jazz Beach, in honor of Jasper DeGarde. But of course, you churlish child, you would deem it fitting to name a beautiful lake after yourself! I write in jest; what else would you name a beautiful lake? Of course Baylor Lake is a most fitting name. And I am sure that Paul Thomas is proud to have a plot of land named Bender in his honor. I also shed tears of sorrow that I never had the pleasure of meeting with Lady Emily DeGarde. I knew her to be a generous soul, from your letters and gifts. I also knew her to be an adventurous and spirited woman, as your letters have indicated. I close this letter for now; the drug has taken effect and makes it quite difficult to see the words I write. All My Love, Theresa Lucille Kimble **** July 4, 1946 1 Baylor Place DeGarde, Louisiana My dearest Theresa, I mourn with you the passing of your son, Earl Kimble. This dreadful war has lasted quite over long already and has claimed far too many lives. But you may take comfort that he died with honor and died defending our great nation. Of myself, this lingering illness continues to plague me. I cannot seem to shake it, no matter what remedies I attempt. I even allowed Wilma, one of the colored servants, to bring her aunt to the estate. Her aunt claims to be a yarb doctor, but I fear it was nothing more than imagination and whimsy. She produced a foul smelling and foul tasting concoction that did temporarily ease my discomfort, but not my illness. Paul Thomas does little to ease my suffering and I fear it is because I have borne him five daughters but no son. He believes me to be blind to it, but I am well aware that he has taken great liberties with Penelope Dumas, a maid we have secured from Sacred Assumption. I am quite sure that she is already with child by him. It is my fervent prayer that she bears him yet another daughter. Before I grow too weary, I must disclose this to you, my dearest friend. I summoned James Guidry, Esquire to the home to make out my last will and testament. Paul Thomas was quite excited by this prospect as I imagine he fancies himself to be the sole benefactor of my estate. As we never did wed, he has no legal claim to my estate. Instead, and with great laughter, I bequeathed the estate to our five daughters. As all five have great animosity toward their father for his disregard for my health and his flagrant liberties with the female servants, even with the colored, I am sure that they will be inclined to disavow him and any expenses he may incur. I close for now; I grow quite weary. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** December 5, 1946 1 Baylor Place DeGarde, Louisiana Dear Aunt Theresa, With great sadness, I write to inform you of our mother are passing. As she drew her last breath, she clutched in her hand a rosary. Our sister Lucille informed us that this was the rosary that you had given to her on her eighteenth birthday. She was laid to rest with that rosary still in her hand. Of our father, Paul Thomas Bender, he has been placed into the custody of the authorities. Far too late to save our mother, a doctor from Baton Rouge discovered that she was being poisoned. We also had arrested Wilma, one of our colored servants. Her aunt, a yarb doctor, was supplying this servant with the poison. Before the authorities could arrest the aunt, she disappeared into the mist that drapes itself over Baylor Lake. Because of the many alligators that populate Baylor Lake, the authorities do not believe they will locate the aunt. Aunt Theresa, our mother spoke often of the love the two of you shared. I can remember many nights sitting at her feet as she sat in the library and regaled us with those tales of your sweet kisses and tender touches. Please take comfort in knowing that she kept that love, kept the memories of your kisses and touches until her last breath. Take comfort that she is now with the Heavenly Father. All our Love, Theresa Rachael Baylor Lucille Catherine Baylor Michelle Ann Baylor Emily Theresa Baylor Chloe Agnes Baylor **Author’s Note: I write these stories for my enjoyment; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you for reading. Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.