{"id":1319,"date":"2022-08-18T17:19:54","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:19:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1319"},"modified":"2022-09-08T18:59:24","modified_gmt":"2022-09-08T18:59:24","slug":"volume-two-chapter-eighteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1319","title":{"rendered":"Volume Two Chapter Eighteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1319\" class=\"elementor elementor-1319\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-a898d3a elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"a898d3a\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-b6f97b2\" data-id=\"b6f97b2\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-370a655 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"370a655\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/6qBzyRSxLCpF0LJ0WThOTM\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-2902a86\" data-id=\"2902a86\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-8c80752 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"8c80752\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/0OUtdWxWIUeAhOEBvFOxaa\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-063ae97 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"063ae97\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-3307577\" data-id=\"3307577\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-0209426 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"0209426\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-ccc92a1 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"ccc92a1\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-9a8bcc9\" data-id=\"9a8bcc9\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-d233106 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"d233106\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 397\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><b>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 18<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>Costermonger\u2019s children. \u2022 A small girl, mother, and mangie. \u2022 A French letter fetched. \u2022 Young Gallows\u2019 exploits. \u2022 The customers\u2019 linen. \u2022 A hard-fleshed bum. \u2022 Invitation to anus. \u2022 A strange letch. \u2022 One big with child. \u2022 Fucked for a sovereign and pleasure. \u2022 A creole. \u2022 My misery. \u2022 Reflections.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Close by Kate\u2019s was a street with a carriage way, at one end narrowing to a footway only. On one side a row of small houses, on the other a very high blank wall. Costermongers\u2019 barrows and carts stood in the carriage way at night; clothes-lines with ragged garments hung across the street in the day. One dark night prowling about, cunt-feeling young girls and baudying generally, I went up this street. I had been up it before, and loved to hear the boys and girls chivying each other among the carts, hinting baudiness as they caught the girls, and kissed them, the girls squealing when liberties were taken with them. Occasionally standing in the shadow of the carts, I listened whilst a man would stealthily go up against the blank wall, a woman follow him. I would stand feeling my prick till I saw them come away (in two or three minutes usually), and rush into Mary Davis\u2019 or Kate\u2019s to get a relief for my excited ballocks. There was but a feeblish light in the street, and in one part of it none.<\/p>\n<p>As I passed I saw a small girl standing inside the door of a house, and thought I would like the little one. Sometimes I wanted the biggest woman I could get, sometimes the smallest. She took no notice of me, I re-passed, and there she still stood. \u201cIs she gay?\u201d I wondered, \u201cshe does not look it.\u201d Lots of girls and women not gay stood in a similar manner in those streets. Again I passed, and stopped. \u201cWill you let me come in, and give you a kiss?\u201d \u201cYes sir\u201d, said she stepping back.<\/p>\n<p>I stepped in after her, one or two steps down. The room was below, and entered direct from the street. A miserable place; on one side a mangle, on another a poor dirty bed, a tile floor, dirty walls, wooden furniture, all miserable. Had I known, I should have been horrified at entering such a hole, but in my lust I thought of nothing but the young girl, of the probable hairless cunt, of her little bum, her smallness and freshness. She looked fifteen years of age, and was quite short.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 398\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>She closed the door, and looked. I looked at her. \u201cI\u2019ll give you five shillings.\u201d \u201cAll right sir.\u201d \u201cLet me look at your quim.\u201d \u201cAll right sir\u201d, said she getting on the bed. I pulled up her clothes, and saw the little thighs, and the little cunt with a very small quantity of lightish brown hair on it. How tight it was to my finger ! I took the guttering candle. \u201cI\u2019d like to fuck, but am frightened,-let me look well at your cunt.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m all right\u201d, said she putting her fingers down, and stretching open the lips, \u201cquite clean indeed sir.\u201d \u201cWhen were you fucked last?\u201d \u201cIt must be a week.\u201d \u201cArn\u2019t you every night?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t get the chance\u201d, still laying on her back, and stretching her cunt-lips open, \u201cI only go to the door quite late, when the neighbours have gone in, cause they ain\u2019t gay close here.\u201d The house was the last in the street where it narrowed to a footway.<\/p>\n<p>I raised her up, laid her lengthways on the bed, and put my pego into her hand, but fear came over me, and it would not stand. \u201cI must do it to you, but play with it a little.\u201d She laid hold of my prick. \u201cIt\u2019s not stiff.\u201d \u201cNo my dear, frig it.\u201d She began. \u201cDo you like feeling a prick?\u201d \u201cI likes feeling men\u2019s things\u201d, she replied, \u201cthey are such funny things, first little, then big, then little again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow old are you?\u201d \u201cOver fifteen, mother says.\u201d \u201cWhere is your mother?\u201d \u201cIn the back room,-look it\u2019s getting bigger, I did not think it would be so big, \u2014don\u2019t hurt me with your nail sir please\u201d, said she frigging away clumsily, and when it was stiff leaving off, but looking earnestly at my pego. I kept probing her cunt with my fingers, wondering at its smallness.<\/p>\n<p>A desire came to make her youthful mouth utter baudiness. \u201cSay cunt dear.\u201d \u201cCunt.\u201d \u201cSay fuck.\u201d \u201cFuck.\u201d \u201cYou know what fucking is?\u201d \u201cPutting that into this\u201d, said she with a chuckle, \u201cain\u2019t you going to do it?-I\u2019m quite clean.\u201d \u201cLet me look again.\u201d Again the little hand down, and stretched the lips. I prepared for action, again fear seized me, and down my doodle drooped. \u201cNo dear, lay still, and I\u2019ll frig myself over you,-turn on your belly,-let me see your bum, \u2014 there that will do.\u201d I put some spittle on her bum, and rubbed my prick against it, but longed for the hole between her thighs. \u201cHave you got a French letter?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll ask mother\u201d, said she going into the adjoining room. In came a woman of middle age suckling a baby. \u201cShe will fetch one, give her the money, \u2014<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">make haste now, \u2014 never mind your bonnet, \u2014 run, \u2014 run. She won\u2019t be long\u201d, said the woman to me.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 399\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cYour daughter?\u201d I said to the woman who stood suckling her baby, and staring at me. \u201cYes sir.\u201d The baby took to howling. Swinging it about to quiet it, she went on in a whining tone, \u201cWe are so poor, we are almost starved, we are, \u2014 what was I to do for a living? \u2014 I\u2019ve nearly lost all since my husband\u2019s left me, and can\u2019t afford to keep a big gal She that; if she will go wrong I can\u2019t help it, I can\u2019t send her out, \u2014 I catched her with a young Gallows, and the mischief were done, it were, I knowed it, and I knowed it would be, so I did, \u2014 I could not keep her in, and the chap were allus arter her,-she must live, and she\u2019s better at home doing that, than doing it away from me\u201d,-and much of the same sort in a whining, apologetic tone without stopping, without my asking.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHas she been gay long?\u201d \u201cBless you sir, it ain\u2019t more nor two months since I catched her with young Gallows,-he is in quod, \u2014 serve him right; but he\u2019ll be after her agin when he is out, he will.\u201d \u201cWhere is your husband ?\u201d \u201cOh! the vagabond\u2019s gone off with a hussey, and left me with three children, \u2014 this here\u2019s the last. Drat you\u201d, said she shaking the infant which would not leave off howling. \u201cOh ! here she is.\u201d The girl entered the house with the condom, and the mother and baby disappeared.<\/p>\n<p>The affair was not enticing, my cock was flabby again, but the little wench\u2019s naked belly stirred and stiffened me. I prepared the letter. \u201cDid you ever see one before?\u201d \u201cYes a gent had one here one night, but he did not put his thing into it.\u201d \u201cWhat did he do then?\u201d \u201cHe blew it out, and popped it off\u201d, said the girl. \u201cOh ! you wet it,-let me see how you do it, \u2014 does it not feel cold? \u2014 it\u2019s a nasty thing. Indeed I\u2019m all right, \u2014 gals has diseases from doing it I know, but I ain\u2019t, \u2014 look\u201d,-and again the girl distended her cunt-lips without any modesty or affectation.<\/p>\n<p>Fearful, but (as often was the case with me and French letters), my cock and the letter would not agree. My cock stiff without it, drooped its head directly the wet flabby sheep\u2019s-gut touched its tip. At length it was over my doodle, and shoved up the little cunt after much trouble. \u201cIt don\u2019t feel nice\u201d, said the girl. A few shoves more, and I lost all prudence, pulled it off, and drove my naked prick with such a thrust up her little quim, that she cried out. Her cry of pain gave me pleasure, and fetched me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 400\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>No one can lay so close up to you as a thin girl, two stout people can\u2019t stick together like two lean ones. As I came to myself the little girl was wriggling under me. \u201cOh ! dear, just as it was beginning to feel nice, \u2014 why did you do it so quick?\u201d \u201cDo you want it?\u201d \u201cOh! I do, \u2014 do shove a little\u201d, \u2014 and the little cunt squeezed itself up to my belly, and wriggled my doodle in her. I accepted the invitation, the girl spent, and I had a second pleasure up her, after I had pulled my prick out for a minute or two, to inspect it.<\/p>\n<p>She brought me a basin, soap, and a napkin of beautiful quality and white. \u201cUlloh ! is this yours?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s something we had to wash and mangle\u201d, said the girl. \u201cIt\u2019s a table napkin.\u201d \u201cYes sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t you make a living by washing and mangling?\u201d \u201cNo\u201d, said she, \u201cwe have lost our business, father ran away, took linen, and sold it, \u2014 people won\u2019t trust us, \u2014 none of those who lost their linen, \u2014 others don\u2019t know us. Thank you sir\u201d, as I gave her the five shillings, \u201cwe don\u2019t have as much sometimes in two days.\u201d \u201cWash your cunt my dear.\u201d She went out of the room, and came back saying she had washed it. I felt it, and she had. Then I talked for an hour with her.<\/p>\n<p>I was curious. \u201cTell me who first did it to you.\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t.\u201d \u201cIt was a coster lad, your mother has told me.\u201d \u201cShe has not.\u201d \u201cShe has.\u201d \u201cYes it was a coster I knowed, he\u2019s been locked up for a row, and breaking windows, \u2014 he is seventeen.\u201d \u201cWhen did he first do it to you?\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t tell you\u201d, said the girl laughing, \u201cmother\u2019s listening, I know she is.\u201d I had the poor girl on my knee, was pulling her pretty tight little cunt about. \u201cI\u2019d like to do it again\u201d, said I. \u201cYou may, and welcome\u201d, said the girl. \u201cAin\u2019t you fucked every night?\u201d \u201cNo, I wish I were,-to get money.\u201d \u201cWhere is the five shillings?\u201d \u201cMother\u2019s taken it, she always does.\u201d I fucked her again, gave her a trifle more, left, and never had her after.<\/p>\n<p>Then I had a woman of a singular build: she was shortish, and had the hardest flesh on her bum I ever felt, it was impossible to pinch it. She was a very large bummed woman, it was quite out of proportion to her size, so were her breasts. She was as near as I can recollect about twenty, but had the form of a woman of thirty, her cunt was almost hairless, and had no lips, the lapels and clitoris showed when she was standing up with thighs closed; when her thighs were open her cunt looked as if the lips had been cut off, she had lightish brown hair and almost colourless&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">eyes. Her room was ragged, and I always found her cooking, she wore garters of ragged ribbon below her knees, and ragged slippers. For all that I went to see her I suppose a dozen times, and nearly always fucked her from behind, dog-fashion. The arse-cheeks were so firm, that I delighted to feel, and slap them as I fucked; and spite of her big bum I recollect no woman whose cunt I got further up in that position, as I did hers.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 401\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>One day she said whilst I was fucking her, \u201cI thought you were going to try the other hole.\u201d I looked, and her arsehole was as plainly visible in the rear as her split was visible in the front. I can\u2019t tell now how it came about, but know we began talking about that hole, and its pleasures. One night from talking I got to action, she said she would like her bum-hole broached. Such things were not to my taste, but egged on by her talk I tried; then she said she was afraid it would hurt, and although we talked more than once about it, and she always asked me to try, it always ended in nothing, and I avoided her soon after.<\/p>\n<p>In the next street a woman after I had done her said, \u201cYou have got me in the family way.\u201d Something led to my remarking that I should like to fuck a woman in the family way, and her saying that she knew one who would be confined in a fortnight, a nice woman, a fine woman, her sister, the. wife of a mechanic, but badly off just now. I can\u2019t tell what had made me take such a desire, but I said I would give a sovereign to see her cunt and big belly, and fuck her, and would give five shillings if she would get this for me, not believing she was a married woman, or her sister, al- though the wench said so.<\/p>\n<p>Asserting that it was no gay woman, and that a sovereign would be a great help; she would go and see about it, if I would wait. Returning she said that if I would really give a sovereign her sister would let me, but that I could not stop long, for fear of her husband. We went into an adjacent street of poor houses, but evidently with a different class of tenants. She entered one, I waited close by till she beckoned me in, then I found a decent young woman with an enormous belly who asked me to show her the sovereign first, then to give it to her first, which I would not. She dallied, and put off the affair, and I thought I was hum-bugged. At length she got on to a clean al-though humble bed, the other woman&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">pulled up her clothes, I smoothed her belly, and with much trouble got her legs open, and tried to see her cunt.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 402\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>She resisted, but gave way under the persuasion of the other woman who kept saying, \u201cDo now, \u2014 what did you say yes for, if you meant no? \u2014 a bargain is a bargain, \u2014 don\u2019t make a fool of me, \u2014 well if you are ashamed now, you should abin afore\u201d, and so forth. At length I had had a good look at her cunt.<\/p>\n<p>Then I longed for a fuck, indeed took a letch for it, pulled out my prick, and asked her to let me have her. \u201cNot she\u201d, said the sister, \u201cyou have seen all, and must be off, her man may come home at any minute.\u201d The big-bellied one was much more quiet, laughed, I took out my sovereign, wetted it with my spittle, and balancing it on the top of my prick, told her to take it off, which she did in a very clever way; for in-stead of taking it off with one hand, she shut one hand against the other, enclosing my prick and the sovereign too in her hands. Both women laughed, and the gay one said, \u201cWell Mary, you\u2019ve had more than one man\u2019s in your hand now at all events, you\u2019ll never tell Jack I\u2019ll swear, \u2014 now go sir,-her man don\u2019t like me here, and he won\u2019t like you, I\u2019ll swear.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My letch overcame me, I forgot how poor I was, and would have given my clothes off my back for a poke up the cunt beneath that hard big belly, so asked her again, and stood with my prick out, both women laughing. I prayed her to let me again feel, and she consented. She was then sitting down, I had to put my hands up her clothes, and stoop to do it, my back was to her so-called sister. She laughed, and looking at her sister whilst I felt her, caught hold of my prick, gave it a grasp, and immediately relinquished it. Her sister did not see this done.<\/p>\n<p>I dallied a few minutes with her cunt, and fancied that if the other woman was out of the way the big-bellied one would be complaisant. So I asked if there was good gin to be had. It was a bait that the sister took at once. Yes there was. I gave her money to fetch gin, and to buy a bun and a bottle of ginger-beer; a move to keep her out of the way as long as I could.<\/p>\n<p>I had buttoned my trowsers up, and ceased feeling and asking; but the instant she was gone, out I pulled my stiff-stander. \u201cLet me fuck you.\u201d \u201cOh ! she won\u2019t be long.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t be a minute.\u201d I flew to the door, and&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">locked it, the woman got up from the chair; made no resistance, raised her bum with difficulty on to the bed, opened her thighs and we fucked in a jiffy. It seemed that I no sooner was cunted than we both spent. I unlocked the door, and by the time the other woman re-turned, not six minutes had passed. The two sat gin-drinking a few minutes, and then the harlot and I left together.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 403\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>As I uncunted I whispered, \u201cWhen your sister is gone I\u2019ll come back.\u201d \u201cVery well.\u201d The gay woman made off at the end of the street in the direction of her house. Waiting a minute I returned to the big bellied one, who was at the door, we went in, and I locked the door. \u201cMy man may be home at any minute\u201d, said she, \u201cSo we must be quick.\u201d I threw her on the edge of the bed again, her cunt was still covered with my sperm, and turning her arse towards me we fucked dog-fashion. She enjoyed it. The instant my prick was out I was off. I never saw her, or her sister again.<\/p>\n<p>Both women were tallish, and spoke with a strong Northern accent. I quite believe the one with the swollen belly was not gay.<\/p>\n<p>These are the most noticable events which occurred during the period of my narrowest means. In that time I must have seen the privates of fifty women, and copulated with nearly that number. Had it not been for their pleasures, coarse as they were, I think I should have made away with myself, so miserable was I. How I accommodated myself to the class I can\u2019t imagine; for although a few were nice, prettyish, healthy women, the majority were low coarse creatures, living in poor single rooms which were often not clean; but both rooms and women were as good as could be expected for the few shillings I gave for their pleasures.<\/p>\n<p>My strong animal wants carried me through, and added to that perhaps was a certain amusement in noticing the difference in manner between them, and the highly paid Bonarobas, whose silks, satins, and laces I had helped to pay for at the rate of a sovereign an hour, and often higher. Besides as already said, my imagination helped me. When my prick was up one of the ill-favoured ones, and I was clasping a flabby backside, I used to shut my eyes, and fancy some charming creature whom I had had elsewhere. I cultivated these dreams in copulating.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 404\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Up to this period I had tailed a neighbourhood of free cunts, as far as trifling sums would get them me. A shilling a feel, or a look at the nudity, and for half-a-crown to five shillings at the outside for complete enjoyment was a tariff generally accepted.<\/p>\n<p>Then a remnant of my former fortune which had been in litigation was settled in my favour, and I had a little ready money. Immediately I left off frequenting the poor Doxies of whom I have told, and went to a higher class, in a better neighbourhood. My money was soon gone, for I had debts among other things to settle out of it. Whilst it lasted I had some very nice women, among whom I shall always recollect a tall, superbly shaped creole, with dazzling white teeth (a feature in women which always has had a great at-traction for me), and who was one of the most voluptuous women in her embraces I ever yet have had; but she was plain almost to ugliness. In the rest of my amours there was nothing to need special notice, they were all fugitive, and the women were changed frequently.<\/p>\n<p>It is difficult to narrate more without divulging my outer life. I would fain keep that hidden, but it is impossible, I shall however tell as little as may be and obscure it, but without falsifying or distorting any facts relating to my amorous pranks, some of which were not sought by me. I fain would have led a steadier life, and wished a home with a woman I could love; but I had an unquiet home, and a woman there whom I hated in bed and at board. I tried at times to over-come my antipathy, abstained from women for weeks at a time, so that sexual want might generate a sort of love, but it was useless, without reward, and a life of misery was before me. I broke out under it, wonder I did not break<br>down, and should have done so, had it not been for whores. Cunt came to my rescue, and alone gave me forgetfulness, a relief far better than gambling or drinking, the only other alternatives I could have had recourse to.<\/p>\n<p>And now I pass over a short period, in which I did much the same as I have just written of, until a lucky sympathy brought me a happier change in my amours.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 18 Costermonger\u2019s children. \u2022 A small girl, mother, and mangie. \u2022 A French letter fetched. \u2022 Young Gallows\u2019 exploits. \u2022 The customers\u2019 linen. \u2022 A hard-fleshed bum. \u2022 Invitation to anus. \u2022 A strange letch. \u2022 One big with child. \u2022 Fucked for a sovereign and pleasure. \u2022 A creole. \u2022 My &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1319\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Two Chapter Eighteen<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1319","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1319"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1319"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1319\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2065,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1319\/revisions\/2065"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1319"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}