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explanation. It is of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has its divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.”
    She’d restored his good humor and he smiled boyishly. Helen couldn’t resist a sincere smile in response. She longed to hold his head and draw him to her for a clandestine kiss. Too soon, she thought, and went on with her speech, veering into even darker subject matter. To incite fear, she’d learned, was a principal maneuver in a first seduction.
    â€œYou smile? Ah! When you have lost your good looks, you will not smile. People sometimes say that Beauty is only superficial. That may be so. But at least it is not as superficial as Thought is—nor so destructive. Speaking as a woman on the verge of her own beauty’s sun setting, I understand just how superior Beauty is. All that I have is, with each passing moment, becoming all that I had. Soon I will be a worn-out husk that not even my petrified husband will tend to—though that is quite another matter. My point, dear Dorian, is that the Gods have been good to you. But what the Gods give, they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it. And with your beauty will go your sensual power.”
    Dorian, spellbound by Helen’s words, flinched at this last bit. He looked at Helen for more information. She smiled inside. He was her student now.
    â€œOh, Dorian, don’t be daft. We both know that you have Rosemary, that precious lamb, so willfully naïve to her sexual nature, bordering on hysteria, so captivated is she by this confusing lust. I, too, feel the gravity of your sexual pull, but it does not confuse me. It intrigues me.”
    Dorian opened his mouth to speak, but Helen pressed a finger against his lips and kept it there. Looking deep into his lively gray eyes, she spoke in a low voice.
    â€œTime is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. You will become sallow, and hollow-cheeked, and dull-eyed. You will suffer horribly. . . . Ah! Realize your youth while you have it. Realize your ferocious virility. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age! Live! Seize and master every desire in your heart! Lord over your sexual powers and hold others hostage to them!”
    Dorian listened, open-eyed and wondering, his lips drying under the stilling pressure of Helen’s finger. He wanted to lick them, Helen noted, but he was hiding the urge. Helen pressed harder, so that soon he would have to pull her hand away. He would have to do something .
    She went on. “The moment I met you, I saw that you were quite unconscious of what you really are, of what you really might be: a true seducer. In that first look I was so sure you could dominate any girl you wished, that I felt I must tell you. It would be tragic to waste such power while you’re still so young and handsome.”
    Abruptly she released her finger from his mouth. He took a deep breath and licked his lips in relief. She brought her hand to his shirt and pressed his rigid chest. “All that power,” she whispered, and moved her hand lower and lower, hesitating purposefully before placing it on his sex. She rubbed ever so gently until she felt it stiffen and rise. It was startlingly large—though not even at its full capacity. The urge to get him at his hardest was tempting, but Helen opted to contradict herself by dismissing the temptation. She had to keep him wanting.
    And then the sound of the screen door slamming again. Dorian flung Helen’s hands off him and darted up. Helen laughed at