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The girls on Gertrude Morefield’s list were sent formal invitations to an afternoon tea at Daisy Jackson’s home. Over a dozen invitations were sent. To the Sappho’s Sisters joy, eight women, including Gertrude, sent their RSVP.

The North End Young Women’s Academy was what we might call today, a finishing school. These young women were from the right families, and all came appropriately dressed. Of course, so did the women of Sappho’s Sisters.

After introductions, Mrs. Henrietta Horton read a poem she’d written. She used metaphors to describe Mrs. Elvira Van Wie’s breasts. Although, she wasn’t mentioned by name, Elvira blushed, and it was apparent even to their young guests who possessed the delightful orbs that Mrs. Horton was describing.

There was polite and gentile clapping and soft ‘bravos.’

It was then that Gertrude Morefield stood up. “Ladies, a few weeks ago, I was the luncheon guest of Mrs. Jackson. It was the most wondrous afternoon. To commemorate such an auspicious occasion, I wrote a poem for Mrs. Jackson. I call it “Your Treasure, Thy Name is Daisy.”

Gertrude described Mrs. Jackson’s treasure as having the fragrance of a daisy. “And your soft pink petals like the first rose of Spring. A treasure far beyond the sweetness of chocolate.”

Shortly after she finished, Gladys Wortham entertained them with a violin solo. Although you might think it impolite, women began to pair off. The members of Sappho’s Sisters taking the young ladies of the North End Academy for Young Women by the hand and leading them to more private settings.

The Jackson home had numerous bedrooms, a study, a library, and a solarium among other nooks and crannies. “Miss Morefield, your poem had my blood stirring just like the last time.” Daisy kissed her on the mouth.

Elvira Van Wie, whose breasts fascinated Henrietta Horton, wondered if young Lorelei Garner’s would be as fascinating, but it was not Lorelei’s breasts which fascinated every one of the ladies of Sappho’s Sisters.

Lorelei Garner was a redhead. The only one among all sixteen women. Every mature women was curious: was Miss Garner’s silky curlies the same color as the hair on her head? Every woman made it her business to find out.

Elvira was the first to take Lorelei for some privacy. “Miss Garner, I find women’s breasts fascinating, and the women here have found my breasts lovely. Do you think you’d find mine fascinating?”

“Miss Van Wie, ever since I started to become a woman, breasts have fascinated me. I’ve written bunches and bunches of poems about breasts, but except for looking in a mirror or looking in art books, I’ve never seen another woman’s breasts.”

“Lorelei, then today is a special day for you.” Elvira began unbuttoning her dress. When the top of her dress was completely open, she pulled her camisole over her head. “Come into my arms, Miss Garner. Familiarize yourself with my womanly charms.”

Lorelei Garner was fascinated. Her hands, then her lips and finally her tongue became acquainted with the older woman’s breasts.

That, of course, was just a preliminary to what Elvira Van Wie had in mind. Later that afternoon, she helped the younger woman out of her dress, her camisole and her knickers.

Sitting on the couch, at first Lorelei tried to cover her breasts and her kitty with her hands. She’d gone this far with Miss Van Wie but still was embarrassed.

“I understand your shyness, but I think you’ll find my womanly touch pleasing; perhaps more than pleasing.” Elvira kissed Lorelei’s neck,

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