{"id":1390,"date":"2022-08-18T17:37:31","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:37:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1390"},"modified":"2022-09-11T18:29:31","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T18:29:31","slug":"volume-three-chapter-twenty-three","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1390","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Twenty-Three"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1390\" class=\"elementor elementor-1390\" 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-7e99b61 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"7e99b61\" 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-5d4b223\" data-id=\"5d4b223\" 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-f390584 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"f390584\" 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\/1vPpHb9epa7UmSWLWKTgIL\" 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-8cd1095\" data-id=\"8cd1095\" 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-d152d35 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"d152d35\" 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\/6rqsKOfzxBbKLdeCihTS9e\" 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-ba01e63 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"ba01e63\" 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-8044945\" data-id=\"8044945\" 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-c9142de elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"c9142de\" 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 class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 622\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 23<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Jenny\u2019s bed-room. \u2022 The money hid. \u2022 On the bed. \u2022 Fears of maternity. \u2022 Inspection of sex. The use of a husband. \u2022 Another Sunday. \u2022 Regrets and refusal. \u2022 Resistance overcome. \u2022 Jenny\u2019s ignorance. \u2022 Her Master returns. \u2022 Difficulty in getting at Jenny. \u2022 Her sister waylaid: Against a fence. \u2022 Jenny\u2019s marriage, and rise in life.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhy don\u2019t you take the money?\u201d said I. \u201cYou really mean it?\u201d \u201cOf course.\u201d She took is up. \u201cIt\u2019s a real God-send, \u2014 it comes just in time, \u2014 who\u2019d have thought it?\u201d said she as if to herself. \u201cI must put it where it can\u2019t be found, and take it home to-morrow.\u201d She went to the door. \u201cAren\u2019t you going?\u201d \u201cNo I\u2019m going to do it again soon.\u201d \u201cBut you\u2019re not.\u201d \u201cBut I am.\u201d Without reply she went upstairs. I had meant to have ready a stiff-stander, when she came back, but changed my mind, and followed her. She was nearly at the top when hearing me she waited, and said, \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI\u2019m coming to see what you do.\u201d \u201cYou won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cI will.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll come down and wait till you are gone.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll stop till your sister comes home.\u201d \u201cDo go down sir\u201d, said she in a coaxing tone. \u201cNo.\u201d She sat down on the top- stairs, I did the same a few stairs below her. Her knees were wide apart, my mind went to the afternoon when I had seen her naked. That glorious two hours. I stared in a voluptuous reverie, her cunt was as visible to me through her clothes, as if she were naked, and my cock began to swell. I stared on with-out uttering a word.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhat are you staring at?\u201d said she at last, \u201cgo down, and I\u2019ll be down in a minute.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m looking at your cunt, it\u2019s open slightly, I can see my spunk in it.\u201d \u201cOh!\u201d said she jumping up, \u201cI never heard such a man in my life.\u201d (She had the gold still in her hand.) \u201cYou have upset me so, I don\u2019t know what I am about.\u201d She then turned her bum round towards me, and I put my hand quickly up her clothes, as she went up the stairs. \u201cOh! you frighten me so I don\u2019t know what I\u2019m doing.\u201d I followed her into the room, and she locked up the money in a bag that was in a drawer. Turning round she saw my prick out, and as stiff as ever. It was the recollection of what had taken place in that room on the Saturday week\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">previous, which had rendered me capable again. I closed on her, kissing and inciting her, pulled her to the bed, and began feeling her. \u201cI don\u2019t like that done, you know you can\u2019t, \u2014 leave me alone, \u2014 go down, \u2014 oh ! don\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 623\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I coaxed her for a second. She got on to the bed, and opened her thighs wide like a well-trained fuckster to help me, I inserted my penis, and she met me with passion. I was not so rapid, the want of a spend was not now overpowering my senses; whilst she had had two hours baudy talk, been fucked, but cheated of her pleasure, and been left at the critical moment, unsatisfied, with my spunk in her. She was dying for a spend, wanting it like a woman who has been for a week unsatisfied. Her cunt was hungry for prick, throbbing and tightening to pour out it\u2019s amatory juices, her backside\u2019s movements became quick and fierce. \u201cOh! it\u2019s big\u201d, she gasped whilst I was still sensible, \u201coh !- I\u2019m\u2013com\u2014coming\u201d, \u2014 and gluing her mouth to mine she spent copiously ere I\u2019d well nigh began to feel the full urging of lust.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The constriction of her cunt, the delight of feeling her pleasure increased my stiffness. \u201cLet me wash, \u2014 do.\u201d \u201cYou won\u2019t come on the bed again.\u201d \u201cYes I will, but let me wash.\u201d I clutched her like a vice. \u201cNO I\u2019m coming, \u2014 you\u2019ll spend again.\u201d My prick stiffer and stiffer drove with fury up against her womb. \u201cOh ! don\u2019t push so hard.\u201d \u201cFuck my darling, \u2014 there, \u2014 the tip\u2019s only in, \u2014 it\u2019s in your spunk, and mine together.\u201d \u201cOh ! you hurt.\u201d On I drove. Her backside\u2019s play began, her lips were glued to mine, our tongues played against each other, and we spent together with ejaculations. \u201cOh I\u2014don\u2019t, you hurt, \u2014 oh ! oh !\u2014I\u2019m coming.\u201d Then we lay palpitating, my prick throbbing and soaking, her cunt squeezing and sucking.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLet me get up, \u2014 let me wash, \u2014 pray do.\u201d I laid on her heavy, nestled my balls up to her arse, held her as long as I could; but uncunting me she got off the bed, and washed her cunt. I still lay playing with my prick. \u201cYou\u2019ll have a child this day nine months my dear.\u201d \u201cOh ! my God don\u2019t say so, \u2014 but I believe I shall.\u201d \u201cYou are all right, I don\u2019t get them you know.\u201d \u201cHave you never had any children !\u201d \u201cNone at home.\u201d \u201cOh ! that\u2019s nothing, \u2014 have you any out, for you are a gay man?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got up to piss, and saw my thick sperm in the basin. \u201cYou\u2019ve washed it all out my dear, \u2014 you are safe.\u201d She shook her head. \u201cThis is a strange\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">business\u201d, she remarked, \u2018I scarce know where I am, \u2014 what I\u2019m about, \u2014 it\u2019s impossible\u201d, \u2014 and she stood staring at me playing with my cock. Then she went to the drawer and looked at the money, as if she doubted its being there. \u201cIt\u2019s a fact\u201d, she said locking it up again, \u201care you not going down ?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cI wish you would, \u2014 I want to be by myself.\u201d \u201cYou want to piddle.\u201d \u201cYou are a strange man\u201d, and taking the pot she pissed. \u201cYou\u2019d better empty all\u201d, said I, \u201cif your sister Jenny comes back and sees it, she will think your husband\u2019s been doing it to you.\u201d \u201cShe won\u2019t think or know anything if she does see\u201d, said Mrs \u201cWell I declare I\u2019m a talking to you just like my husband, \u2014 I don\u2019t seem to know whether I am on my head or my heels.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 624\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cChurch must be over, \u2014 Jenny has not come back.\u201d \u201cShe won\u2019t be back till nine o\u2019clock, she is out with her young man.\u201d \u201cOh ! not at church?\u201d \u201cNo I told you so because Mrs. W\u2026. told her not to go out on Sunday;\u2014 but you won\u2019t tell ?\u201d \u201cOf course not my dear, I dare say Jenny and her young man have done what we have been doing.\u201d \u201cLord sir, he is a most respectable young man, and far above her, \u2014 they are going to be married, \u2014 she is lucky, luckier than I am, \u2014she\u2019d knock his head off if he laid hand upon her improperly, \u2014 that she would, she! Lor bless you\u201d, \u2014 and Mrs laughted with incredulity. I laughed also. \u201cAll! she looks a quiet young woman.\u201d \u201cSo she is, and so is he, \u2014 his family is well off\u201d, \u2014 and then she told me all that Jenny had told me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI wish you would let me make the bed.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m going to have you again.\u201d \u201cOh! likely.\u201d \u201cI am.\u201d \u201cNo you\u2019re not, \u2014 please go.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cThen I shall go downstairs,\u201d \u201cGo my dear.\u201d She took me at my word, her manner had quite changed, she had been laughing and chaffing, she had blushed, looked at me with fun and lust in her eyes, and at last with full open eyes one moment, followed by the half-closed eye and languishing manner of a randy woman. Now she was quiet, almost sullen, and if she looked at me her eyes fell directly, the randiness had been taken out of her. \u201cI must rouse it up well if I am to have her again\u201d, said I, to myself as I lay thinking about her, and the delicious sight I had seen in that room, the sight I never dare disclose to her, \u2014 but how I longed to tell her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Up she came looking glum. \u201cAre you not going?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cLet me make the bed then.\u201d \u201cNot until I have had you again.\u201d \u201cThen it will go unmade.\u201d \u201cThat won\u2019t matter to me.\u201d But it will to me, \u2014 what will my sister say if\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">she sees the bed\u2019s been laid upon like that?\u201d \u201cPerhaps she will think a man has been with you.\u201d \u201cWell you take it mighty cool, \u2014 I do hope you\u2019re going.\u201d \u201cNot till I\u2019ve had you.\u201d \u201cNow you are a talking nonsense, \u2014 you know you can\u2019t do it\u201d, said she with an incredulous look and the tone of a woman who knew what a prick could do and what not. \u201cLook at this\u201d, I uncovered my prick which was nearly at a full-stand. She smiled when she saw it. \u201cNonsense I am ashamed.\u201d \u201cMy dear I\u2019m proud, and not ashamed, \u2014come.\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t.\u201d Then here I\u2019ll lay\u201d,-and I fell back, and pulled balls and cod well out of my trousers.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 625\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had always a lust stirring tongue, fifty women have told me so. \u201cYou\u2019d talk any women randy\u201d, said a gay woman once to me. Brighton Bessie said, that in five minutes I could talk her into a lewd state. Others have given me similar compliments. I was not specially conscious of that power that I recollect, but instinctively used it when I had got over fits of modesty, which sometimes prevented my uttering even veiled allusions for a time.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Mrs like Jenny was easily flattered. What lovely limbs she had I said; had she much hair on her cunt? my excitement had prevented me feeling or seeing it. \u201cCome and let me feel, \u2014 let me look.\u201d She coloured and blushed, and at every lascivious remark, \u201cOh! I never, \u2014 no I never did, \u2014 oh !\u201d Then she again went to the drawer where the money was, looked in it as if to make sure it was there, and locked the drawer now. \u201cMine\u2019s bigger than your husband\u2019s, isn\u2019t it?\u201d \u201cWell if I ever heard such remarks.\u201d \u201cYou said it was big when it was up you.\u201d \u201cOh! you story.\u201d \u201cYou did my dear, you said when you were just coming, \u2018Oh! it\u2019s big.\u2019 \u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d \u201cYes you did, you know you did, \u2014 look how stiff it is now, \u2014 come.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I moved off the bed, caught her, and pushed her against the side of the bed. \u201cLet\u2019s see your cunt.\u201d \u201cYou shan\u2019t.\u201d \u201cHow foolish,-I\u2019ve fucked it twice,\u2013let me feel it, and you feel my cock,\u2013let me look at it, \u2014 I\u2019m sure it\u2019s lovely.\u201d She got on to the bed after a little resistance, took my pego in her fist, and I got my fingers in her crack. \u201cA delicious fuck you are\u201d, \u2014 then she let me pull up her clothes and look. \u201cMy God what a lovely cunt, \u2014 how deliciously you join your wet lips to mine, \u2014 how you move,\u2013I shall never forget it to the last moment of my life, \u2014 oh! let me.\u201d \u201cI mustn\u2019t, \u2014 I would, but I\u2019m frightened.\u201d \u201cHow foolish, \u2014 it\u2019s not an hour since my prick was in you, \u2014 what is the harm of doing it another time?\u201d<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 626\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWill you go then?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d Gently Mrs opened her thighs. Our backsides were soon at the short wriggles. \u201cIt\u2019s big, isn\u2019t it?\u201d \u201cOh! don\u2019t\u201d, said she, \u201cI shall spend.\u201d My remark, tallying perhaps with something which was passing in her own mind fetched her, and me with her instantly.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When it was over I would not go. \u201cNo I\u2019ll do it again.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s nonsense\u201d, said she, \u201cyou know you can\u2019t, even if you try, and you\u2019re only making me anxious.\u201d We laid side by side talking, for she liked the subject. I had a most buttock-stirring letch on me, and to her astonishment in about an hour I produced another stiff one. One persuasion is very much like another with the same woman; each time I had less difficulty, for she liked the poking. Dusk was coming on, she got lights, she fetched some liquor, and after the liquor I got her to lay on the sofa (for we then had gone downstairs), and on pretence of kissing her quim I got her to open her thighs wide, and saw in the twilight what I had seen before, large and ugly inner-lips. For all that I fucked her again, after frigging myself up gently to stiffness, and fucked as if it was the last bout with a woman I .was ever going to have. Then I left at her earnest entreaties before her sister returned. I had been there six hours.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I called on Jenny next day. She was in a way. Her sister directly she had returned home said she must go and see her husband; and spite of Jenny\u2019s entreaties not to leave her alone, had gone and never returned all night. Jenny could not make out the reason, but thought that she went away expecting to find her husband with a woman. She returned to sleep as usual on the Monday night with Jenny, I found subsequently.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">That day I went off without poking Jenny, and slunk away ashamed. I was done up with poking her sister. Jenny seemed astonished, but said nothing. Afterwards I got out of Jenny cautiously all I wanted to know about her sister. The result was, that finding on the next Sunday fortnight, Jenny was again going out with her young man, and the sister again would be left in the house, I went there. The woman\u2019s astonishment was great, and I believe she was genuinely distressed at seeing me. I attacked her for a time fruitlessly, she would not move from the street-door. \u201cDid you not swear when I let you do it the last time, you would never come near me again, and never tell any one?\u201d said she.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I could not deny it, had great difficulty with her, and thought I never should succeed. For full an hour with her back against the wall of the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">passage did she stand, refusing to move. I pulled up her clothes, felt her cunt, knelt on the mat, got my head up her petticoats, my nose on her motte, my mouth on her thighs and cunt, my hand round her marbly buttocks, and held her kissing, sniffing, and groping my fingers between her bum-cheeks, and the red orifice which I wanted to plug. In her struggles to prevent me she once nearly fell, but she got away.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 627\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But what woman who has been fucked by a man could withstand an hour\u2019s persistent feeling, cunt-kissing, baudy talk, and beseeching. I conquered, and fucked her on the sofa. She did not rush out to wash her cunt as she had done at our first meeting, there was no water near. I had her again and again. At each assault when the pleasure overtook her, she had the same mouth-sucking and arse-wagging. When our love-making was over, I gave her two pounds. I had offered it her before in the passage, but she had knocked it out of my hand. When she took it she said. \u201cAh! it\u2019s an awful thing to be poor !\u201d I shall tell of another woman who made the same excuse to herself for getting her lust satisfied, or yielding.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">That satisfied me, and I never had her again in the house. A letch for her came again about two months afterwards,-why? God only knows, for then at times I was having her sister, another woman, Louisa Fisher, and lastly Sarah Mavis. The old couple had returned, Jenny had a fellow- servant; I could only get a poke up her with difficulty on the Sundays, which her young man did not see her. I took her to a baudy house for an hour or so, then she went to church, and heard the text, because her Mistress always asked her what the text was when she went home. It was a supposition that she went to church on a Sunday.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I knew where Jenny\u2019s sister lived, and the place where she worked. It was now dark about six o\u2019clock. I waylaid her on her way home on the high- road which was well lighted and full of people. I walked with her, but she prayed me not to do so, for her husband came partly the same road, and sometimes met her. What would happen if he met her with a swell walking by her side. I could not persuade her to go to a house. No, \u2014 she was not a loose woman, though she knew what she had done, \u2014 I had done her more harm than I had any idea of, already, \u2014 why injure her?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The more she objected, the more I longed for her. At last under solemn promise that I would go away after, we turned up a short street leading\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">into a lane by garden grounds, and there up a fence I fucked her. Away she went, and I never saw her afterwards to speak to, though I have passed her without taking notice. I think that in that parting fuck I had all the pleasure, she none.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 628\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny\u2019s Mistress had been taken ill at the seaside, and kept there a month longer than was intended. Owing to this my complete enjoyment of Jenny\u2019s charms was prolonged, and to that I owed the second Sunday\u2019s fucking of Jenny\u2019s sister. Old Mr. W\u2026 . came up to London twice, and once nearly caught me in the house. I had written to say I had called at their home, and had never found their servant out. The lady wrote to thank me, and in writing to my mother, said how much obliged they were for my calling; but my wife said she thought the servant (Jenny) was a sly sort of minx, and wondered how they could be so foolish as to leave her in the house by herself.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When they came to town I was for a time very intimate with them, which pleased them much. Jenny used to let me out at the garden-gate, and leave the gate unlocked. Instead of going away, I used to hide in the shrubs, Jenny would come back, close the street-door ajar, and a few minutes afterwards come out again very quietly. Then up against an ivy covered wall we poked, and she went indoors with wetted privates. Sometimes after waiting I had to go away unsatisfied, she not appearing, sometimes rain pre-vented us, \u2014 all of which was very annoying.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Fucking her in fact became a matter of anxiety. She had to dodge her fellow-servant as well as her Master and Mistress, and we copulated in fear and trembling. In the midst of the work she has left me because of some scare; once she went off saying, \u201cOh ! there is Missus\u2019 bell ringing, \u2014 oh!\u2014and uncunting me, off she ran. One night we went on to the flower-beds between two large trees, and the next day the old gentleman remarked that some man had got over the wall into his garden, and he should tell the police. If there was moonlight we were done. One night latish she was sent to fetch some butter. I waited, and we fucked up against some palings. Unfortunately the butter was let fall out of the basket on to the gravel. We went back for more, but the shop was then shut, so she had to take home the dirty butter, and make the best story she could about it. On Sundays when at the baudy house, the girl was awfully frightened lest she should be seen, and we used to walk there on\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">opposite sides of the way, I going in first. Then we went away with similar precautions, \u2014 but I began to get very tired of this, having indeed had enough of her.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" style=\"color: #471111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 629\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\"><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Jenny had lost all fear of being in the family way, and poked freely, but she never ceased bewailing her poor young man; though at length my tool had become to her a thing to be longed for. The young man had money left him, quitted his place, and Jenny left to be married. I heard of them fur many years after-wards, they opened a shop, then a larger one, and so on, till at length he became (I found this quite recently) the mayor of the town, \u2014 if not it was some one of the same name, and in the same line of business. He was much respected, and Jenny his wife was equally so. They had no children up to the time when the old lady her former Mistress, died; and for aught I know they may still be living in the town of<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One night some time before she left her situation, we spoke of her sister. \u201cShe is in the family way again\u201d, said she, \u201cand in such a way about it, and so is he, \u2014 the night she left me to sleep by myself, she went home to her husband, because she suspected there was another woman there;\u2014 well that night she declared he did not let his stuff go outside, \u2014 he says he did, \u2014 they quarrel, he says it\u2019s her fault, and she says it\u2019s his.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then it seemed evident to me that after the heavy fucking I gave her that day, that she feared being in the family way; so went home, and incited her man to fuck her, and enable her to say that the child was his, and of course it might have been, though it might have been mine.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>\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 3 CHAPTER 23 Jenny\u2019s bed-room. \u2022 The money hid. \u2022 On the bed. \u2022 Fears of maternity. \u2022 Inspection of sex. The use of a husband. \u2022 Another Sunday. \u2022 Regrets and refusal. \u2022 Resistance overcome. \u2022 Jenny\u2019s ignorance. \u2022 Her Master returns. \u2022 Difficulty in getting at Jenny. \u2022 Her sister waylaid: Against &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1390\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Three Chapter Twenty-Three<\/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-1390","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1390"}],"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=1390"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1390\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2289,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1390\/revisions\/2289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1390"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}