om all she said they were steady working-people.
The mother went out sometimes charring, leaving Kitty at home to mind
the children. She was useful at home, mended and made their linen. Grace
often used to help her at needle-work.

Before Kit went to the fishmonger's she was at home one day mending, and
Grace with her. Grace was always talking about what she knew, and had
frigged herself before Kit. Kit had tried to frig, but got nothing but
a pleasant sort of feeling, nothing approaching the luscious crisis that
she felt when Betty tried her middle-finger on her clitoris.

A knock at the door. "Who is there?" "Bob." Kitty had been forbidden
under pain of having her ears boxed, to let Bob or any one else in when
her parents were out. "You can't come in," she cried. "Let's in for a
minute, I've got something to tell you." "Tell me through the door." "No
they will hear upstairs." "No." Bob began rapping a tune with his fists
on the door. Grace said, "The lodgers will tell your mother." Bob who
seems to have been a little fresh said, "Oh! won't you be sorry," and
tramped downstairs.

A noise outside. "Why there he is again." "Is that you Bob?" No reply.
"See if it's some one else." There was a shuffling outside. Grace got
up and cautiously opened the door peeping. A big foot was thrust in, and
she couldn't close it, then pushing the door wide open, and himself into
the room comes Bob. Probably with the instinct of what might follow Kit
had thrust the two children into the bed-room. Females are strange and
cunning animals; even at an early age, cunt is always ready, always
inciting, and preparing them for cock; knowing or unknowingly, whether
for intrigue, or objectless, or for the delight of doing what is
forbidden; cunt is always inciting the female to help the male, for
"cock and cunt must come together," as poor Fred said.

Bob was making a half-holiday, had had enough beer to elevate him, and
was of an age at which a prick has a habit of getting inconveniently
stiff. If you can't afford to pay for cunt, or don't know a cunt which
will take you up it for love, your prick is a restless article, which
will insist on the buttocks pushing it somewhere or somehow, till the
stiffness is taken out of it.

A frisky youth with restless cods was in the room with two girls, one of
whom was also frisky, and the younger inquisitive. They got joking, he
kissed them, they tickled him, till he threw himself on the floor, and
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