as a slight crowd, in the middle of it the two girls, and the
one I had fucked an hour before crying. Some man gave her money. "Oh!
Lord," thought I, "here is a row about what I have been doing," so got
into a cab, and drove off. When a mile away I began to reflect, and felt
more comfortable, but still uneasy, and determined not to meet them the
next day as I had promised. The day after I saw Kitty walking by
herself, that funked me again, so I cut away without her seeing me.
Thought I, "There will be a row about that ugly little lump having been
pierced, I will go no more." But the letch was so strong that I could
not resist, and on the third day driving past in a cab I saw the two
girls as usual looking in at shops. Alighting I winked as I passed,
heard one say, "Here he is," and three minutes afterwards we were all in
the house again.

To strip the two, and examine their cunts was an affair of five minutes,
then laying the little one open-legged I looked at hers tranquilly, and
saw how the slit was completed. The girl whose name I forget, but will
call Pol, put her finger down, and indicated where, she felt a
difference had been made in the shape. I fucked the lass at the side of
the bed, proping up her skinny rump with pillows, Kitty with her face
about a foot off admiring the prick as it shoved in and out the little
red orifice. It was a novelty to her to see it done.

Kitty was an odd girl. "Don't hurt her now," she kept saying. The little
one had objected to my probing her again with my prick, but saying I
should otherwise not give her a farthing she consented. My delight
was increased by the power I found I had of making her howl whenever I
shoved vigorously, and I nearly knocked my prick through into her womb I
imagine. The more she howled the more I banged my prick up her, the more
I enjoyed her.

When it was over I asked how she had spent her money. Out burst the
little animal into tears. "She made me drop it, I didn't spend any of
it sir, I lost it." "You dropped it yourself," said Kitty. "You lie."
"I don't." "She does,"--and so on, and I got at the facts when Kitty had
vigorously slapped the face of her friend, and called her fifty times a
_foule_.

Going into the Strand the girl had the money in her hand, Kitty told her
to put it into her pocket. She refused. Kitty said she would lose it,
and just then she dropped it close by a sewer-grating, down which the
half-sovereign went. The girl cried, the two