t forward in sexual wants, and she had not frigged herself or
known sexual pleasure in her cunt up to that time, though she had
fingered herself.

"I'll frig you," said she. Kitty objected, but the talk of prick, of the
delight of the male and female in feeling and rubbing each other upset
Kitty, who was growing older, and whose animalism was perhaps rampant
that night. She left a lovely sensation all over her as Bet rubbed her
cunt, and she spent. Betty then took Kit's fingers, and rubbed her own
cunt. "What with _your_ fingers?" "Yes Kitty's fingers," and rubbed them
on her clitoris, and frigged herself with them, Kit supposed.

That same night alying sleepless under the excitement of the novel
pleasure whilst Allwork snored, Kitty frigged herself. The next night
they frigged together. Betty said, "It's poor pleasure,--I likes a man,
and you'll like a chap,--some one will fancy you soon,--you let him do
it. When you have a great stiff cock up your cunt poking and poking,
and poking away,--oh! it's delicious, and you won't like frigging after
that."

One night the fishmonger was out, Kitty put the child to bed (he had
the child to sleep in his bed usually). Bet and Kit were in the
shop-parlour, and Jim in the shop. Betty went down to the kitchen, Jim
soon afterwards told Kit to give an eye to the shop, and call him if
wanted, and down he went. Kitty who had been sharpened in three weeks,
who had seen Jim kissing Betty, and giving her funny pokes when he
thought no one was looking, went to the kitchen-stairs, and going down
a few steps slowly and peeping; saw Betty with her back up against the
wall, Jim close up to her and his hands round her, and his bum moving in
a funny way. She knew they were fucking, and fearful of being detected
came softly into the shop again; but she made a noise. Up came Betty,
the Master came home, and told Betty to go to bed, and Jim to shut up.
Soon after Betty washed her cunt. That seems to have been an operation
that Kitty never had seen her perform excepting on Sundays. Kitty then
felt sure that she had caught Bet at the pleasant exercise, for she had
heard how something thick and white came out of the man's cock, and how
it was wise to wash the cunt out afterwards.

Betty seems to have been suspicious, for she began asking why she had
come down the stairs. To call Jim, a customer having come--but he had
gone away she replied. Betty was too clever to take that in. Did she see
her, she