...I
knew by intuition that he expected me to take off his boots. I took
them off with all the coolness of an old hand, and then I placed him on
my knee and removed his blouse. This was a delightful experience,
but I think I remained wonderfully calm until I came somewhat too
suddenly to his little braces, which agitated me profoundly. I
cannot proceed in public with the disrobing of David...
"Why, David," said I, sitting up, "do you want to come into my bed ?"
"Mother said I wasn't to want it unless you wanted it first," he squeaked.
"It
is what I have been wanting all the time," said I, and without more ado
the little figure arose and flung himself at me. For the rest of
the night he lay on me and across me, and sometimes his feet were at
the bottom of the bed and sometimes on the pillow, but he always
retained possession of my finger... I lay thinking of this little boy,
who, in the midst of his play while I undressed him, had suddenly
buried his head on my knees... Of David's dripping little form in the
bath, and how I essayed to catch him as he slipped from my arms like a
trout. Of how I had stood at the open door listening to his sweet breathing, had stood so long I forgot his name...
J.M. Barrie.