{"id":1376,"date":"2022-08-18T17:34:36","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:34:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1376"},"modified":"2022-09-11T14:04:34","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T14:04:34","slug":"volume-three-chapter-sixteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1376","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Sixteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1376\" class=\"elementor elementor-1376\" 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-8fb6500 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"8fb6500\" 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-eb02e39\" data-id=\"eb02e39\" 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-0404aee elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"0404aee\" 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\/5oak16bSS5ZqLhoHqKgCDY\" 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-9e5079f\" data-id=\"9e5079f\" 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-eef676e elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"eef676e\" 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\/71n1Bhjzs8GDBcc59JIYyD\" 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-6ae4530 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"6ae4530\" 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-5b19c1b\" data-id=\"5b19c1b\" 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-c0d03fe elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"c0d03fe\" 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<div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px;\"><main style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><article style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\" data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2744\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\"><div><section data-id=\"83cb563\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div style=\"width: 1083px;\" data-id=\"d0c2b4c\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: #561414; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\" data-id=\"cc28836\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div><div title=\"Page 554\"><div><div><div title=\"Page 568\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 16<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>A friend\u2019s maid-servant. \u2022 Jenny. \u2022 Initial familiarity. \u2022 A bum pinched. \u2022 Jenny communicative. \u2022 Her young man. \u2022 An attempt, a failure, a faint, a look, and a sniff. \u2022 Restoratives.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I knew an elderly couple who were childless, and lived in a nice little house in the suburbs with, a long garden in front, and one at the back as well; they were in comfortable but moderate circumstances, and kept two servants only. Every year they went to the seaside, taking one servant with them, and leaving the other at home to look after the house; and usually some one to take charge of it with her. This year they asked if I would when I passed the house (as I frequently did) call in, and see if all was going properly, for the housemaid left in charge was young, and her sister, a married woman, usually only stopped the night with her, leaving early each morning for work in which she was daily engaged. She was an upholsteress.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I knew the servant whose name was Jane. She had been with the family some months. I often dined at the house; and once or twice when she had opened the garden-gate (always locked at nightfall), to let me out, I had kissed her, and tipped her shillings. She was a shortish, fat-bummed wench. Not long before this time I gave her bum such a hard pinch one night, that she cried out. A day or two afterwards I said, \u201cWas it not black and blue ?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cLet me see.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s like your impertinence\u201d, she replied.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After that I used to ask her when I got the chance, to let me see if the finger-marks were there, at which she would blush a little, and turn away her head, but nothing further had come of the liberty.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I called at the house I had no intention about the girl, as far as I can recollect. She opened the door, and heard my errand and questions. Yes all was right. Did her sister come and sleep there? Yes. Was she there now? No, she would not be there till nearly dark. I stepped inside, for then I thought of larking with her. \u201cI am tired, and will rest a little\u201d, and stepped into the parlour, sat down on a sofa, began questioning her about a lot of trifles, and in doing so thought of the pinch I had given her bum, and my cock began to tingle. Then I thought she was alone in the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">house. \u201cOh ! if she would let me fuck her!\u2014has she been broached? \u2014 she is nice and plump.\u201d Curiosity increased my lust, and unpremeditatingly I began the approaches for the attack, though I only meant a little amatory chaffing.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 569\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIs it black and blue yet Jenny?\u201d She did not for the instant seem to recollect, for she asked me innocently enough, \u201cWhat sir?\u201d \u201cYour bum where I pinched it.\u201d She laughed, checked herself, coloured up, and said, \u201cOh ! don\u2019t begin that nonsense sir.\u201d I went on chaffing. \u201cHow I should like to have pinched it under your clothes, \u2014 but no I would sooner kiss it than pinch it.\u201d \u201cOh ! if you\u2019re a going on like that I\u2019ll go to the kitchen.\u201d I stood before the door, and stopped her going out. \u201cNow give me a kiss.\u201d I caught and kissed her, then gave a lot, and got a return from her. \u201cI won\u2019t\u2014Lor there then, \u2014 what a one you are\u201d, \u2014and so on. \u201cWell Jenny one kiss, and you may after-wards kiss whenever you want you know.\u201d And so she seemed to think, for I got her to sit down on the sofa, and we gossiped and kissed at intervals, till my cock got unruly. \u201cWhat a fat burn you have\u201d, said I. Then she attempted to rise, I pulled her back, we went on gossiping, and kissing at intervals. She got quite interested in my talk as I sat with one arm round her waist, and another on her thigh, outside her clothes of course.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">So for a while; but I was approaching another stage, was getting randy, and reckless. \u201cLord how I\u2019d like to be in bed with you, to feel that fat bum of yours, to feel your c\u2014u\u2014n\u2014t\u201d, spelling it, \u201cto f\u2014u\u2014c\u2014k it I\u2019d give a five-pound note\u201d, said I all in a burst, and stooping, got my hand up her clothes on to her thigh. She gave a howl. \u201cOh! I say now, \u2014 what a shame !\u2014oh ! you beast.\u201d I shoved her back on the sofa upsetting her, got my lips on her thighs, and kissed them. Then she escaped me, and breathing hard, stood up looking at me after her struggle. \u201cOh! I wouldn\u2019t have believed it\u201d, said she panting with the exertion. What a lot of women I have heard say, they would not have believed it, when I first made a snatch at their privates. I suppose they say what they mean.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Begging her pardon, \u201cI could not help it\u201d, I said, \u201cyou are so pretty and nice, \u2014 I\u2019d give ten pounds to be in bed with you an hour.\u201d \u201cWell I\u2019m sure.\u201d \u201cThink what it is not to have a woman you like.\u201d \u201cWell I\u2019m sure sir, you are a married man, \u2014 you\u2019ve got a partner, and ought to know better, \u2014 Missus would not have asked you to call if she\u2019d a know\u2019d you, \u2014 she\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">thinks there\u2019s no gent like you, \u2014 what would she say if I tell her?\u201d \u201cBut you won\u2019t my dear.\u201d \u201cShe thinks you a perfect gentleman, and most unlucky\u201d, the girl went on to say, \u201cand she is sorry for you too.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 570\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh I she does not know all, but you\u2019ve heard, have you Jenny?\u201d I tried to make her sit on the sofa again, and promising that I would not forget myself any more she did so. We kissed and made it up, and talking I soon relapsed into baudiness.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The quarrelsome life I led with the oldish woman at home was I knew well understood by the old couple. \u201cI lead a miserable life\u201d, said I. \u201cOh ! yes I know all about it\u201d, said the girl \u201cMaster and Missus often talk about you, \u2014 but you\u2019re very gay, ain\u2019t you?\u201d Then I told this girl a lot. \u201cThink my dear what it is not even to sleep with a woman for two months, \u2014 for two months we have never slept together, \u2014 I\u2019ve never seen her undressed, \u2014 never touched her flesh, \u2014 you know what people marry for,\u2013I want a woman, you know what I mean don\u2019t you, \u2014 every night what am I to do? \u2014 I love laying belly to belly naked with a nice woman, and taking my pleasure with her, \u2014 so of course I can\u2019t keep from having other women at times, \u2014 you don\u2019t know what an awful thing it is to have a stiff prick, and not a nice woman to relieve it.\u201d She gave me a push, got up, and made for the door at the word prick. Again I stopped her. She had sat staring at me with her mouth wide open, without saying a word, all the time I had been telling the baudy narrative of domestic trouble, as if she were quite stupefied by my plain language until she suddenly jumped up, and made for the door without saving a word.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was as quick as she, caught her, put my back against the door, and would not let her go, but could not get her to look me in the face, I had so upset her. There we stood, I begging her to sit down, and promising not to talk so again, she saying, \u201cNow let me go, \u2014 let me out.\u201d \u201cNo, \u2014 sit down.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d But in about a quarter of an hour she did, and then again I told her of my trouble, avoided all straightforward allusion to my wanting other women, but hinted it enough. She got interested, and asked me no end of questions. \u201cLord why don\u2019t you separate, if I quarrel with my husband so, I\u2019m sure I will, \u2014 I tell my young man so.\u201d \u201cOh ! you have a sweetheart.\u201d Yes she had, \u2014a grocer\u2019s shopman, \u2014 he lived at Brighton, came up third class to see her every fortnight, starting early, and going back late. She was flattered by my enquiries, told me all about him and\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">herself, their intention to get married in a year; and I sat and listened with one hand outside her clothes on her thigh, and thinking how I could best manage to get into her.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 571\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cHe goes with women\u201d, said I to make her jealous. \u201cHe don\u2019t I\u2019m sure, \u2014 if he did, and I found it out, I\u2019d tear his eyes out, and break off with him, though he says Brighton is a dreadful place for them hussies.\u201d She got quite excited at the idea. \u201cWhen he comes up, you and he enjoy yourselves, \u2014 his hands have been where mine have to-night.\u201d \u201cNo he hasn\u2019t, \u2014 if he dared I\u2019d\u2014now I don\u2019t like this talk, \u2014 you said you wouldn\u2019t, \u2014 leave me alone, \u2014 you keep breaking your word.\u201d Another little scuffle, a kiss, and a promise. \u201cWhy should you not enjoy yourselves? \u2014 who would know anything about it but yourselves, \u2014 it\u2019s so delicious to feel yourselves naked in each other\u2019s arms, your bellies close together.\u201d \u201cGet away now\u201d, \u2014 and she tried to get up. I got my hand up her clothes, pulled her on to the sofa, and holding her down with one hand, pressed myself sideways on her, and kissed her, pulling out my prick with the other.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then she cried out so loudly that I was alarmed, for the window at the back was open. \u201cHush, \u2014 be quiet, \u2014 there, \u2014 I\u2019ve touched your cunt.\u201d I pulled one of her hands on to my prick. \u201cOh! for shame Jenny you touched my prick.\u201d Again she got up, and made for the door; so did I, and stood there with my back to it, and my poker out in front of me. \u201cCome and open the door my dear, and you will run against this.\u201d She turned her head away, and would not look. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you come on? \u2014 if you run up against it, it won\u2019t hurt you, \u2014 it\u2019s soft though it\u2019s stiff.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll write to my Mistress to-night\u201d, said she, and turned away. \u201cDo my pet, \u2014 tell her how stiff it was, and the old lady will want to see it when she comes back.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s disgraceful.\u201d \u201cNo my dear, it\u2019s to be proud of, \u2014 why you\u2019re looking at it I can see.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then she turned quite away. \u201cThat\u2019s right dear, \u2014 now I can see where I pinched your bum, \u2014 it was not far from your little quim, \u2014 oh ! if that could talk, it would ask to be introduced to this, it\u2019s hot, isn\u2019t it Jenny?\u201d I said, this and a lot more. She had walked to the back-window, and stood looking into the gar-den whilst I rattled on. \u201cYou\u2019re laughing Jenny.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s a story\u201d, said she, \u201cI\u2019m insulted\u201d,-and turned round with a stern face. I shook my tooleywagger. \u201cHow ill-tempered you look, \u2014 come and feel\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">this, and you\u2019ll be sweet-tempered at once.\u201d She turned round to the window again.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 572\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI will write my Missus, \u2014 that I will.\u201d \u201cDo dear.\u201d \u201cMy sister will be here directly.\u201d \u201cYou said she comes at dusk, \u2014 it won\u2019t be dark for three hours.\u201d \u201cI wish you would go, \u2014 what will people say if they know you\u2019re here?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be uneasy, \u2014 they will know no more than they know of your doings with your young man.\u201d \u201cThere is nothing to know about, but what is quite proper.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">So we stood. She looking out of the window, and turning round from time to time. I standing by the door with my prick out; then I approached her quietly. \u201cFeel it Jenny, \u2014 take pity on it.\u201d \u201cOh ! for God\u2019s sake sir, what are you doing?\u201d She turned and pushed me back, then retreated herself, keeping her face to the window as she stepped backwards. \u201cOh! there is Miss and Mrs. Brown walking in the next garden.\u201d Sure enough there were two ladies there; they could have seen everything close to the window over the low wall which separated the gardens ; and had they been looking, must have seen Jenny, me, and my prick. \u201cOh! if they have seen, they will tell my Missus, and she\u2019ll tell my young man, and I shall be ruined, \u2014 oh! \u2014oh !\u2014oh !\u201d said she sinking back into an arm-chair with a flood of tears, \u2014 half funk and shock, and perhaps randiness, causing it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was alarmed. \u201cOh!\u201d she sobbed, if they saw you, \u2014hoh !\u2014ho !\u2014and it was no fault of mine, \u2014 you\u2019re a bad man, \u2014 oho ! oho !\u201d She sat with her hands to her face, her elbows on her knees. I dropped on my knees imploring her to be quiet, was sure no one had seen me, and tried to kiss her. The position was inviting, I slid my hands up her clothes between her thighs, she took no notice, was evidently in distress, not even conscious of the invasion. A bold push, and my fingers touched her cunt. I forgot all in the intensity of my enjoyment, at feeling my fingers on the edge of the soft, warm nick. No repulse\u2019 I looked up, she sank back in the chair, seemingly unconscious and deadly white.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I withdrew my hand, then came a mental struggle; my first impulse was to get cold water, the next to look at her cunt. I went towards the door, turned round to look at her. Her calves were visible, I ran back, and lifted her clothes, so that I could just see her cunt-hair, gave her thighs a kiss, and then rushed downstairs, got water, and as I entered the room she\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">was recovering. She knew nothing or next to nothing of what had occurred, nor that my fingers had touched her clitoris, though she had not actually fainted.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 573\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI wish I had some brandy\u201d, she said, \u201cI feel so weak.\u201d \u201cIs there any in the side-board?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll go and get a little.\u201d A few hundred feet from the house down a side-door, was a public-house. As I was going, \u201cYou will let me in again?\u201d I said. \u201cIf you promise not to touch me.\u201d She looked so pale that I fetched brandy, but put the street-door key in my pocket as I went. \u201cIf she don\u2019t let me in\u201d, I thought, \u201cshe shan\u2019t have the key, \u2014 and what will she tell her sister about that?\u201d It was a key almost as big as a shovel; she never noticed that I had taken it away. She thought by her dodge that she had got rid of me, and told me so afterwards.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I brought back the brandy and knocked. \u201cLet me in.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cThen you shan\u2019t have the street-door key.\u201d This was spoken to each other through the closed door. A pause, then the door opened. \u201cYou are coming Jenny.\u201d We went downstairs into the kitchen, she had brandy and water, and so had I. It was a hot day, the pump-water was deliciously cool, I made hers as strong as she would take it, \u2014 it was an instinct of mine. She got her colour back, and became talkative, we talked about her fainting, but she tried to avoid talking about it, and did not want me to refer to what had led to it. I did, and was delighted to think that it was owing to what is called \u201cexposing my person.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI don\u2019t think the ladies saw it, so you need not have been so frightened Jenny, \u2014 but you saw it, did you not?\u201d No reply. \u201cI saw you looking at it.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s a story.\u201d \u201cWhy did you faint?\u201d \u201cI always feel faint if I am startled.\u201d \u201cWhat startled you?\u201d \u201cNothing.\u201d \u201cYou saw it, and you put your hand over it to hide it, and you touched it.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s a story, \u2014 I wish you\u2019d go.\u201d \u201cYou ungrateful little devil, when I\u2019ve just fetched you brandy.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s through you that I felt ill.\u201d \u201cWhy?\u201d No reply. \u201cDon\u2019t be foolish, \u2014 it was for fear that the ladies should have seen my prick so near you, \u2014 now look at it\u201d, \u2014 and I pulled it out, it was not stiff. \u201cIt was twice the size when you saw it, \u2014 feel it, and it will soon be bigger.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The girl rose saying she would go and remain in the forecourt till her sister came, if I did not leave, but I prevented her going out of the kitchen. She began to cry again, and had a little more brandy and water. My talk took its old channel.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 574\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDo you know how long you were fainting?\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t faint, but only a minute or so.\u201d \u201cDo you know what I did?\u201d She was sitting down, then got upright, looked at me full in the face, her eyes almost starting out of her head. \u201cWhat did you do !\u2014what? \u2014 what? \u2014what?\u201d She spoke hurriedly, anxiously, in an agitated manner. \u201cI threw up your clothes, kissed your cunt, and felt it.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIt\u2019s a lie, \u2014 it\u2019s a lie.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s true, \u2014 and the hair is short, and darker than the hair of your head, \u2014 and your thighs are so white, \u2014 and your garters are made of blue cloth, \u2014 and I felt it, the dear little split, \u2014 how I wish my belly had been up against it\u2014what a lovely smell it has!\u201d (putting my fingers to my nose).<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOho I\u2014oho !-oho !\u201d said she bursting into tears, \u201cwhat a shame to take liberties with a poor girl when she can\u2019t help herself, \u2014 oho !\u2014oho !\u2014you must be a bad man, \u2014 Missus had no business to send you to look after me, as if she could not trust me, \u2014 she don\u2019t know what sort of man you are, \u2014 and a gentleman too, \u2014 oho !\u2014and married too, \u2014 it\u2019s a shame, \u2014 oho ! \u2014oho ! I don\u2019t believe you though, \u2014 oho\u2014o\u2013o.\u201d And when I told her again the colour and the make of her garters, she nearly howled. \u201cYou mean man to do such a thing when I was ill.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I kissed her, she let me, but went on blubbering. \u201cI\u2019ve a good mind to tell my young man.\u201d \u201cThat will be foolish, because you and I mean to have more pleasure than we have had, \u2014 and he\u2019ll never be any the wiser but if you tell him, he\u2019ll think it\u2019s your fault.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This had occupied some hours, it was getting dark, but it seemed only as if I had been there some minutes, so deliciously exciting are lascivious acts and words. The charm of talking baudily to a woman for the first time, is such, that hours fly away just like minutes.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got her on to my lap and kissed her. She was so feeble that I put my hands up her clothes nearly to her knees before she repulsed them. Then I feared her sister coming home; she promised to hide the brandy, and we parted. She kissed me, and let me feel to her knees to induce me to go. \u201cOh ! for God\u2019s sake sir, do go before my sister comes.\u201d My last words were. \u201cMind you\u2019ve felt my cock, and I\u2019ve felt your cunt.\u201d \u201cPray go\u201d \u2014 and I departed, leaving her tearful, excited, and in a state of exhaustion which seemed to me unaccountable.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 575\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Probably had I persisted a little longer I should have had her, such was the lassitude into which she had fallen; but I felt that I had made progress, and went home rejoicing, and forming plans for the future. When I had had some food, and thought over the matter, I came to the conclusion that I had been a fool in leaving her, and that had l pushed matters more determinately at the last moment, I should have certainly fucked her before I had left. I was mad with myself when I reflected on that, and the opportunity lost, which might not occur again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny had not fainted quite, but though unable to speak, resist, or indeed move, she must have been partially conscious. 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