, and
stopped Kitty who was bent on stiffening it with her mouth. She had no
idea however of giving me a pleasure that way, it was simply curiosity
and novelty. Often she did the same thing, indeed always had a quarter
of an hour at it.

I saw her about twice a week, sometimes more, it was all she could
manage "in dodging her mother." I gave her three and sixpence each time,
which made her quite happy and contented, and it was a very economical
pleasure to me. She learnt much from me, in six weeks blushed at
nothing, and was impatient to be fucked. "Do that afterwards," would she
say if I dallied long in the preliminaries, then quietly, "Oh! ain't
it pleasure!" she added in an artless satisfied way. Then somehow she
persuaded her mother that she might go out if fine for a little time in
the afternoon, and she was let out occasionally when the mother was
at home, but which rarely was the case; and then I saw the pretty lass
almost daily, but always in the afternoon; and her impatience to have
the pleasure of fucking became almost comical.

CHAPTER V.

Kitty's antecedents.--The fishmonger's.--Jim the shopman.--
Betty the maid.--Females in bed.--Mutual curiosity.--
Letchery and frigging.--Educated in coition.--Against the
kitchen-wall.--Jim in bed.--Betty's cunt washed out.--A look
in the basin.--Cousin Grace, and cousin Bob.--Bob on the
spree.--A scuffle.--Topsy-turvy.--Arsy-versy.--Bob's semen.--
A masturbating duet.--Caught in the act.--Kicked out.

I questioned her many a time, and put together here consecutively what
she said. She was as much pleased to gossip about it as I was.

She was the daughter of a carpenter, had been kept at home to help
her mother, till six months previously to my meeting her, when growing
restive, and I dare say her animal vigor inciting her to go forth into
the world, she went into a situation at a fishmonger's who wanted some
girl to nurse a little child, his wife being ill.

I believed she had told me most things about herself from the time the
doodle had first penetrated her: yet why had not such a big girl been
put to earn her living? she said that her mother was always in the
family way, or a child was ill, so she being the biggest helped at home.

But she had been in service, about all of which she told me one hot
afternoon. Ice was then a luxury, they charged two pence extra for a
bottle of gingerbeer iced. She was fond of gingerbeer,