I washes
all over every day,--look at my legs and my neck,--but with my first
week's wages I'll buy a night-gown."

"Never mind," said Betty, "you _are_ clean, and you're fat,--your
dad gives you lots of grub,--don't cry, I only said, 'where's your
night-gown?'--Lord you are fat for your age!--how old did you say you
were?--why what a big bum you've got for your age!"

Kitty had been staring at Betty, and the hair on the bottom of her
belly. "She was so hairy," said Kitty to me, "I had never seen a woman
naked before, and the hair on her belly made me look." "Say on her cunt
Kitty." "Well on her cunt,--such lots, and so black,--I had seen gals'
things, my cousins used to show me theirs, and I showed them mine to see
how our hair was coming; but I did not think a woman could grow such a
lot there."

It was a cold night, the girl and the woman were in bed. "Come closer,
we will be warmer." Kitty got closer, then Bet began feeling Kitty. How
smooth, how soft she was, how plump, and not quite fifteen?--what a
bum,--why her thighs were quite large. "Oh! don't mind I want to warm my
hand, between your thighs, put your hand between mine,--there,--you've
just a little hair coming on your thing,--feel mine, it's like the hair
on your head, isn't it?--I am only twenty-five,--but when you are
twenty you will have as much Kitty. Your hand is cold, put it between
my thighs, we will warm each other there. What a nice little thing your
cunt is," said Betty feeling the little one's.

Soon the very first night they felt each other's flesh, Kitty wondering
at the cunt and hair of the grown woman, Betty thinking perhaps of what
I can only guess at. Kitty went to sleep with one hand between Betty's
thighs, and awaking in the night felt Betty again who was asleep and
snoring. She was a stout, big-built, fat-arsed, black-bristle-cunted
woman (that is from Kitty's description), but she must have been older
than she said, for the hair was thick and black in her armpits, and she
had slight hair on her lips besides.

Betty got more free next night. "You've a sweetheart, and you let him
feel this little thing,--the men call it cunt." Kitty said she had not,
and had not been felt. "I know better, you let him put his cock up it."
Kitty did not. "What never been fucked?--that is what men call it,--let
me feel." "No." Betty felt Kitty's cunt, and hurt her. "Well I don't
believe you have,--you are a stupid,--it's half the pleasure of
life,--feel