{"id":1496,"date":"2022-08-21T17:12:20","date_gmt":"2022-08-21T17:12:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1496"},"modified":"2022-09-13T17:35:00","modified_gmt":"2022-09-13T17:35:00","slug":"volume-four-chapter-ten","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1496","title":{"rendered":"Volume Four Chapter Ten"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1496\" class=\"elementor elementor-1496\" 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-2ed4eff elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"2ed4eff\" 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-c67f9c9\" data-id=\"c67f9c9\" 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-7827d6b elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"7827d6b\" 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\/4WEInh9kaQwHWAnYlS63og\" 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-e301e01\" data-id=\"e301e01\" 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-aa32966 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"aa32966\" 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\/3PWUQCN1qSCV8hMlVQvsaM\" 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-8e6d39c elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"8e6d39c\" 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-a0209d9\" data-id=\"a0209d9\" 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-5318c2f elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"5318c2f\" 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=\"2799\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\"><div><section data-id=\"661fe9a\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div style=\"width: 1083px;\" data-id=\"655c7f8\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: #561414; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\" data-id=\"ad670ff\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div><div title=\"Page 706\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 10<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Sally at the sea-coast. \u2022 Our lodgings. \u2022 The land-lady and family. \u2022 A quarrel, and change of rooms. \u2022 My top bed-room. \u2022 Advances towards Sally. \u2022 Small liberties. \u2022 On the sands with her. \u2022 Cheap fingerings. \u2022 The sands by day. \u2022 Ladies bathing. \u2022 What the sad sea-waves exposed. \u2022 An incomprehensible lady. \u2022 Enticed by her, and snubbed. \u2022 Wanting fornication. \u2022 Masturbation on the sands. \u2022 Alone in the lodgings. \u2022 A journey to town. \u2022 Baulked. \u2022 From Saturday to Monday. \u2022 My return unexpected. \u2022 Sally alarmed. \u2022 Her cunning. \u2022 My caution. \u2022 Waiting expectant. \u2022 Sally upstairs. \u2022 Hesitation and determination. \u2022 Whisky and water. \u2022 I enter her bed-room.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In the autumn of the year that Mrs. Y* * *s* * *e, then big with child, and thus satisfied, refused further sexual connection with me, we went to a well-known, healthy, but not fashionable seaside town. We took a young lady (Miss E***s) with us as companion, and got lodgings close to the sea at an ordinary lodging-house. For several reasons we would not go to an hotel. There were two rooms on the ground-floor of this house let to a married couple. We had on the first-floor a sitting-room and bed-room, and wanted an old bed-room for Miss E***s; but they would not let a bed-room above us, unless we took both on that floor, which we did. So we slept in the back room first-floor, I taking to the nuptial couch again for a time, and Miss E***s slept overhead. The other room was empty. That constituted the house together with the kitchens in the basement, and a room at the back in the yard.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The landlady\u2019s husband was a seafaring man, or was said to be so, and only at home in the winter, \u2014 perhaps he kept away in the season, so that the rooms of his house might be let well. The landlady whom we scarcely ever saw excepting to pay her her bills, slept in the kitchen, and so did her two children, whom we did not even know were in existence for some time, so quiet and out of the way were they kept. The servant was a short sturdy girl with lightish brown hair, a very weather-beaten florid face, and merry blue eyes (quite like dozens of girls at the part of the coast), who said she was seventeen years old (she did not seem sixteen). The mistress\u2019 sister also waited and assisted when all the lodgings were let,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and went home at night. The little servant also went home at night to her father\u2019s, a labourer, when the top-rooms were let. If they were not, she slept there. In fact when lodgers filled the house the landlady and her brats pigged together in the kitchen, and when any rooms were empty slept upstairs. We did not however know all this at once; lodging-house keepers carefully hide their mode of living, and so on, for fear that if people knew all they would not take their apartments. Above all they prevent lodgers from knowing there are children in the house, for people don\u2019t like them in the kitchen where their food is cooked.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 707\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Soon the ground-floor people left, and we were the only lodgers. We had been there but a few days when as usual my wife and I quarrelled. I refused to sleep with her, and went to sleep upstairs. \u201cIt\u2019s impossible for you to sleep upstairs next to Miss E***s, \u2014 what will the people think?\u201d \u201cThink what they like.\u201d \u201cWell Miss E * * *s must come down, and sleep with me.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t care who sleeps with you, \u2014 I won\u2019t.\u201d So I slept upstairs, Miss E * * * s came down, and the two ladies occupied the same bed on the drawing-room floor. Soon afterwards the landlady asked if she would mind the young servant using the odd bed-room until we wanted it, so as to prevent her going home of a night. But my wife would not hear of that, for I had remarked that she was a fresh, active little girl, and that was enough to prevent her being allowed to sleep near me. So the one room remained empty, and the servant still went home to sleep.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had taken a fancy to the little girl, \u2014 Sally she was called (I have known intimately half-a-dozen Sarahs) \u2014 the instant I saw her. Within a couple of days I had given her a kiss, and tipped her a shilling, \u2014 I had to stoop to kiss her. She resisted with the, \u201cAdun now sir\u201d so common among the country lasses; but as she found a shilling and a kiss went together, it altered in about three days to, \u201cOh! don\u2019t yer now sir be a doing that, \u2014 Missus will be a catching you, and what will I say?\u201d Then being sure my Missus was out, one day I gave a kiss, held her close to me, and gave a nudge near to her notch. That riled her. She was saucy, so I did not give her a shilling, and got kiss and nudge for nothing. But as I wandered about the coast (I was in and out of the house a dozen times a day), she got frequent kisses, and at length nudges as well. She responded by pushing me away, but without saying a word when I nudged her grummit. One day I went in when my people were out, and having just met the ground-floor lodgers I therefore knew they were out also. I got\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her to me with, \u201cHere\u2019s a bob for you,\u201d and said, \u201cI\u2019d give a pound to be in bed with you, and put my fingers on the naked just there,\u201d giving a hard push towards her notch. This could not have occurred more than a week after I had taken the lodgings. The lass showed her displeasure by, \u201cNow don\u2019t sir,\u201d and pushing me away, but taking my little shilling nevertheless; and by this time she must have been quite aware, that I was thinking a good deal about her cunt; and probably she thought what I wanted to do with it, and with what, \u2014 so that I had set her thinking lewedly.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 708\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was just then that I became aware that she went home after supper (we had a primitive early dinner, and a slight supper). She had said, \u201cPlease Ma\u2019am do you want anything more to-night? \u2014 if not I\u2019m a going.\u201d That roused my curiosity. The next night I kept outside the street-door, and as she left went up as if by chance to her. \u201cUlloah! Sally, going to fetch beer!\u201d \u201cNo sir, I\u2019m a going home.\u201d \u201cHome?\u201d \u201cYes, I goes home to sleep at father\u2019s.\u201d I walked towards home with her, flattered her I dare say instinctively, and got her to walk with me on to the Promenade by the sands. There we sat down on a seat, had a chat, a kiss, and in the dark I said I\u2019d give a pound to be in bed with her. \u201cOh! law I must go, \u2014 if I\u2019m not in by ten o\u2019clock father will kick up a row, and go and ask Mrs*** why I\u2019m home so late.\u201d I walked towards home with her, and got her to have some sort of liquor. She would not go into the public-house, saying they knew her, \u2014 so I took a glass outside to her. Then I walked on outside the town into a dark road. She begged me to go no further, as her father might be coming along. I kissed her, stooped and put my hands up her clothes to her quim. With a cry she pushed me away, and ran off.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The next morning she sulked, \u2014 I laughed. \u201cShe is a funny little girl,\u201d said my wife. \u201cShe is,\u201d said I. The next night I coaxed her to sit down with me again by the sands. \u201cOh! now I won\u2019t let you do that, \u2014 I don\u2019t like it, \u2014 I don\u2019t want yer half-crowns if you wants to do that, \u2014 oh! \u2014 now, \u2014 I won\u2019t \u2014 now \u2014 doan\u2019t, \u2014 leave off, \u2014 I\u2019ll call out, \u2014 now, \u2014 here is some one coming.\u201d \u201cSo there is, now don\u2019t make a noise, or her will fancy something,\u201d said I.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I got my hand up her petticoats, and onto her split, I was holding her tight, and she was struggling to get away, when a man approached. I desisted, and she sat quite demurely. When the man\u2019s figure had faded\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">away in the distance I recommenced. \u201cI know that man,\u201d said she, \u201cI\u2019m sure.\u201d \u201cWhat does that matter?\u201d \u201cIf it be he, he\u2019ll tell my father I\u2019m on the sands with a man.\u201d \u201cHe won\u2019t know you, \u2014 he did not look. I\u2019ve felt your cunt,\u201d said I. \u201cYou let me go.\u201d \u201cNever mind, make it up, \u2014 here is a half-crown.\u201d She took the money, and we made it up with kisses, and a promise that I would not do it again. What a wonderful effect kisses have on young women, and so have half-crowns on poor girls. The mistress paid her no wages she said.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 709\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Either the larking pleased her, or the money (a half-crown each feel), and one night on the beach I made her feel my cock. \u201cThat will go up your cunt some day,\u201d said I. I forget the conversation which led to it, but I told her my wife had said she was not eighteen, she was sure. She chuckled. No she was not. How old? \u201cSixteen and a half.\u201d \u201cWhy say eighteen?\u201d \u201cBecause lodgers won\u2019t give you so much if you\u2019re young.\u201d Though but sixteen and a half the motte-covering (what there was of it) felt wonderfully thick and crisp. The nights were just then moonless, I must add.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was just before this that my domestic quarrels began; I was asked why I kept out of a night. \u201cWhy? \u2014 to play billiards.\u201d Then there was a row because with opera-glasses when sitting on the beach, I looked at ladies bathing; especially at a fine big woman, who always managed to let the waves wash her bathing-dress so much up, that when the waves retired, she was standing with the dress above her navel, and the dark hair of her motte visible. She did this so constantly (a dozen times in fact each morning), that it became a matter of talk among the men down there. My wife said she was a beast for doing it on purpose, and I was a beast for looking, and we had a hot riot about it. So I went to sleep upstairs, all through a woman showing her belly naked when bathing, \u2014 as if a woman would not like to look at a black-haired prick if she got the chance, just as I did at a dark-haired cunt.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh! don\u2019t you and your Missus have breezes,\u201d said Sally to me one night, \u201cwhy don\u2019t you sleep with her?\u201d I told her that I was miserable with the woman, and that of a night when sleeping alone, I did not know what to do, to put my stiff prick at ease. I made her feel it so, that within two weeks the young one felt it regularly on the beach, till there was moonlight, and afterwards- near her father\u2019s house, or somewhere, for in\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">the lonely road of a night, there was an opportunity every hundred yards. But I never got my fingers on to the girl\u2019s cunt-split further than the clitoris, \u2014 a groping, and feeling, I dropped my half-a-crown to a shilling, but gave more frequently, if she did not resist and make a fuss; if she did, I gave her nothing, and called her a fool.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 710\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Just as the time was up for which we had hired the rooms, we one day had a very violent quarrel. The landlady came up to ask if we were going to stop longer, as in the event of our not stopping, she would look out for other lodgers. Said my wife, \u201cWe are going.\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t then,\u201d said I. However she gave formal notice to leave. I immediately gave notice that I should keep the lodgings another month. It ended in she and Miss E***s going back to London, expecting that I should soon follow, \u2014 but I had found several friends there, and a good billiard-table, and from temper alone would not have given in. Moreover I thought that by some chance I might spermatise Sally\u2019s cunt, and, I fancied, spermatise it for the first time. So there in solitude I remained at the sea-coast.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My letch for the little one increased. For a long time I now had mostly had biggish women, with full-sized, full-fledged cunts, and large arse- cheeks, and the idea of the smaller, half-haired quim of Sally attracted me: yet at the same time by a singular contradiction, I had a longing for the full-fleshed, big-arsed, dark cunted woman, whose backside and belly the waves seemed daily to expose for my admiration, \u2014 for she was still at the coast, bathing daily. Explain this inconsistency who can. One thing is certain, that not having any one to fuck at all, I had sperm ready for any cunt; but I kept for all that away from gay ladies pretty well, though far from entirely.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I did not want four rooms, but to prevent scandal (for I did not like the landlady to know too much about the disquiet in which I lived), said I expected my wife would return, as she had only gone to see a sick relative; and that so soon as she was better she and Miss E***s would return. The landlady asked if her servant might use one bed-room till they did. I was now sleeping on the drawing-room floor, and gave my acquiescence you may be sure pretty quickly, \u2014 and Sally went up nightly to sleep there.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I began to tell Sally when she waited on me, that I meant to go up, and sleep with her. She looked queerly, and said so earnestly that if I did, she\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">would tell her Missus, that I hesitated at doing what I had intended; but kept up the chaffing. \u201cSally (as I began to call her, \u2014 others called her Sarah) I heard you overhead last night.\u201d \u201cDid you, sir, \u2014 I took off my boots too, for Missus told me.\u201d \u201cOh! not your walking Sally, I heard the rattle in the pot as you piddled.\u201d \u201c0 \u2014 o \u2014 oh! sir, \u2014 now you didn\u2019t, for I didn\u2019t do it.\u201d Then she bolted out of the room laughing. When she came in again, \u201cSally you made my cock as stiff when I heard you piddle as you did when you felt it on the beach.\u201d \u201cOh! here is your herring sir,\u201d \u2014 and off she ran again. When alone in the house, instead of doing more with her I could do less in the way of fingering her. Money failed to keep her near me then, but I used to pull out my cock, and shake it at her. I had no chance of getting her on the sands now, through her being permitted to sleep in the top room.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 711\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The landlady could not let her ground-floor because the people wanted three bed-rooms, would I give one up, if she made a proportionate reduction in rent? That would not suit me, with my chaste intentions, to have any one sleeping in the next room to Sally; so I refused. Then I made up my mind to go up to Sally\u2019s room. For a day or two funked doing so, but at last determined on it, and just then the lower rooms were let, which increased my risk. Luckily the people did not like the lodgings, and left in three days. Then I resolved, come what might, to go up to Sally when in bed, and try my luck.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One night I listened. She stole up quietly. Then when in my night-gown, and just as I was going to open the door, I heard the landlady downstairs, whom I thought must have been fast asleep in her piggerty, with her two young ones. It frightened me back. I did not tell Sally about it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had found then (for I could no longer wait for Sally\u2019s quim), as I did everywhere, a woman and a baudy house at that coast-town. I was abstinent, not liking the feminine articles there, but I wanted fucking badly. One morning when I had seen the well-bummed lady bathing as usual, I yielded to a most pressing want and a furious lust. Going away from the frequented sands, and nearly out of sight of the bathing- machines, I sat down thinking not of little Sally, but of the fat-arsed, black cunted one, and frigged myself. This was about twelve o\u2019clock in the day. Annoyed with myself afterwards, I went back to my lodgings, and said I would go to town. I intended to do so, and to have a woman\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">there, but indeed I scarcely recollect exactly what I did intend to do. No packing up of clothes was needful, because I intended going home. I told of my leaving, and went off, but met some friends, dined with them, missed the train (railway only just then opened), and at about half-past eight went back to my lodgings to sleep there. It was a Saturday night, and dark.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 712\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I knocked at the door which was locked, instead of being on the latch, as seaside lodging-house doors usually are till bed-time. \u201cWho is that?\u201d said a voice. \u201cI.\u201d The door opened ajar, it was chained, and Sally peeping through said with surprise on her face, \u201cYou sir!\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes me, \u2014 let me in.\u201d \u201cOh! I can\u2019t, \u2014 I must ask Missus.\u201d \u201cWhat the devil do you mean?\u201d The door closed in my face. I knocked again, and Sally opened the door. \u201cBeg your pardon sir, but we did not expect you to-night.\u201d I thought to myself, they were perhaps sitting in my rooms, or they might have let the beds for a night, \u2014 who knows what tricks! But I took no notice, finding my rooms all right. Soon up came Sally. \u201cPlease sir, Missus gives her compliments, and hopes you will excuse it, but not thinking you would be back till Monday, she let the children sleep in your back room, \u2014 but they are not in your sheets, but in our own.\u201d I laughed. \u201cTell her I\u2019ll excuse it, \u2014 but where do you sleep Sally, \u2014 with them?\u201d \u201cOh! no sir, \u2014 Missus said I might sleep in the front, \u2014 but not in your sheets sir, \u2014 oh! no.\u201d \u201cAll right Sally,\u201d \u2014 and after I had given her a pinch on her bum and a kiss, off she went downstairs. The ground-floor rooms were un-let, I was the only lodger that night in the house.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Soon she re-appeared. Did I want anything before the shops closed for dinner to-morrow, because Missus must go and fetch it, \u2014 it was getting late. No, I would dine out, but would she fetch me some beer for supper. She would. She did. I had some bread and cheese, and then gave Sally a hug, and put my hands up her petticoats. She declared she would tell her Missus, and then went away with a shilling, a kiss, and a sight of my tooleywagger.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I thought how I should like to fuck the little bitch, \u2014 I\u2019ve felt her, she has felt me, she has seen it, she won\u2019t cry out, though she says she will. I thought of my frig that day, of the bathing lady, and of the slight hair on Sally\u2019s cunt, till I got reckless with randiness. She was to sleep in the front-room, there was no key to it, \u2014 Miss E***s had complained of there\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">being no key. \u201cI\u2019ll go up when the girl\u2019s abed,\u201d said I to myself. Then I pondered on the consequences. The more a man thinks of such a business, the more randy and reckless he gets. I ceased to think of consequences, and only of the pleasure I should have in broaching Sally\u2019s vulva.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 713\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cShall you want anything more to-night sir?\u201d \u201cYes hot water, \u2014 and Sally, as you go up to bed I\u2019ll give you a glass.\u201d \u201cNo thank you, sir.\u201d But Sally was fond of whisky, and even took it neat, for I had given it to her. She brought the hot water, I made grog, and she drank some saying, \u201cOh! I\u2019m afraid she\u2019ll smell me of the whisky, and oh! I must go down, she\u2019ll be a wondering why I stop so long.\u201d \u201cMind I\u2019m coming up to sleep with you.\u201d \u201cOh! no sir, pray don\u2019t, \u2014 oh! now I\u2019ll tell my Missus, \u2014 she says she thinks you ain\u2019t up to no good all down here alone without your wife, \u2014 she do.\u201d \u201cNonsense, I shan\u2019t hurt you, \u2014 we\u2019ll lay and feel each other, and do what we do on the beach, \u2014 nothing more, \u2014 and I\u2019ll give you half-a- sovereign, and a new pair of boots.\u201d \u201cI\u2019d rather not,\u201d said she hanging her head. \u201cDid you ever have a sovereign Sally?\u201d \u201cNo never, \u2014 now leave me alone, sir, \u2014 take your hand away, \u2014 oh! you do talk nasty, \u2014 oh! if Missus hears she\u2019ll turn me out.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t make a noise then,, my dear.\u201d \u201cOh! leave me alone, \u2014 I don\u2019t like your hand there.\u201d This was in the first-floor sitting-room.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She had sunk her voice, she wriggled, and writhed till she dislodged my hand from her thighs, and got away. \u201cAs you come up to bed I\u2019ll give you a glass of whisky and water.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cWell I\u2019ll go up and put it in your bed-room.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t, \u2014 Missus is sure to come up, and look at the children before she goes to bed, and if she goes into the other room \u2014 oh!\u201d \u201cShe won\u2019t, my dear, \u2014 I\u2019ll put the glass under the bed, just by the pot, \u2014 then when you take it out to piddle you\u2019ll find the glass.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t wait, \u2014 let me go,\u201d \u2014 and off she went.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I waited and waited, took off my slippers, went half-way down-stairs, listened, and could hear some one moving about. Then I heard a noise as of two people talking, and it seemed like a man. \u201cThe devil,\u201d thought I, \u201cit\u2019s the husband come home,\u201d \u2014 and I went back hesitating. \u201cIt\u2019s risky, I won\u2019t go up, \u2014 she is like perhaps the Misses Braham, will feel, and be felt, but no prick shall go near her cunt, \u2014 I don\u2019t want merely to frig her, or be frigged,\u201d \u2014 so I thought of going to bed, and waiting my chance of\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">getting her to a baudy house. But I had been delighting in the idea of the thrust with which I should go up her, for I felt sure she was virgin. Then after having been stiff for half an hour, down my prick had gone. \u201cWhat shall I do,\u201d I thought, \u201cif I get into bed with her, and can\u2019t do her?\u201d When I got nervous in that way my prick sometimes would not stand to its work, try as I might. I have al-ready narrated an instance.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 714\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I fancied still there was a man in the house, but after a while could hear no one. At all events I resolved to put the grog in her room, made a tumbler full of water and whisky hot and strong, and sweetened it well, went upstairs without my shoes, and put it by the chamber-pot. I knew exactly the spot, though it was in the dark, having slept in that room. Then down again, and undressing myself, I put out the lights, and sat down in the room with the door ajar, and watched. Such a time elapsed that I thought she was going to sleep with her mistress downstairs, or perhaps had gone home.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At last she came quite quietly upstairs with a jug of hot water in one hand, and a candlestick in the other, staring at the door of the drawing- room all the way. When half-way up the next flight, she turned round, stopped for a moment, and looked hard at my door, as she wondered whether I was there or abed. Then the door of her bed-room closed, and her footstep was scarcely audible over-head. I sat waiting such a time as might enable her to wash herself (the hot water meant that), and get into bed. Meanwhile I could not keep my cock to the stand at all.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then, \u201cShall I go? \u2014 what if the mistress finds it out! \u2014 what if she cries out!\u201d I got into bed, for I was chilled sitting in my night-gown, though it was not cold weather, and laid feeling my prick. As I got warm, that got stiff. \u201cI\u2019ll go,\u201d thought I, \u2014 \u201cif she makes a noise I\u2019ll say she asked me to go up.\u201d It was a mean thought, and I dismissed it. Then my cock got furious. I went down a few stairs and listened. There was no noise below, all was silent as the grave. Up I went, opened her door, and closed it. 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