That night, I masturbated in my bed, still thinking about the extraordinary events that I had experienced. The next day, it was hard for me to remain concentrated on my classes. I was thinking of Mrs Regnault's naked body, of her hands on me. Mrs Regnault was not a "classical beauty". Age had taken its toll, as well as four pregnancies. She had wrinkles, she was plump. Yet, somehow, I felt excited.

I had trouble concentrating on my classes the next day. When I came back home, Mrs Regnault made no allusions to the events of the previous days, as though nothing special had happened.

After dinner was to be the moment of truth. I had to gather all my courage to go and see her. I stammered as I asked if I could have a word with her.

"Henri", she said, "are you ok? you look flushed, your voice is abnormal.

— Ah ma'am but er…

— You might be sick. Can you wait for me in your bedroom? I'll come shortly."

And so I went to my bedroom, and then she came carrying a little canvas bag from whence she took out what looked like a medical thermometer in its case, a jar, a flask of alcohol and some cotton.

"Lower your pants and briefs and lie on your side facing away from me please.

— But why?

— Well, I'm going to take your temperature."

I was quite familiar with temperature being taken in my backside; this was a very common method back then in France. It had however been years since somebody else had inserted the thermometer.

I felt I was acting in a dream as I laid on my side, bare bottom. Mrs Regnault parted my buttocks, I felt the greasy thermometer at my anus, then the tip penetrating me easily. Her hand rested on my bottom, holding the thermometer in, as she counted three minutes. Perhaps the strangest thing about this episode is that Mrs Regnault was trying to make small talk about my classes. I tried to answer politely but really my mind was not upon the history of law!

Finally I felt the thermometer being pulled out. "I'm glad you have no fever." She cleaned it with alcohol and put it away in the bag.

"Now go on your back."

I saw sporting a very nice erection. Mrs Regnault took my penis in her hand, and pulled on the skin gently. She had a look at my exposed glans.

"I think you should get completely naked."

And so I undressed, and lay on my back as instructed. Mrs Regnault sat besides me, took my penis in her hand and began masturbating me. She obviously knew what she was doing. She did not haste to have me climax; rather, she had me enjoy the movements of her hand while she caressed my chest with the other. Semen spurted from my penis onto her palm.

"Good boy."

She wiped her hand and my penis.

"Let us pursue this conversation tomorrow evening, shall we?"