cunt, but it felt like it; and why did she yell, then sulk, and go away
in a temper, if I had not somehow touched that slippery orifice?

CHAPTER XL.

Esther meets me.--Vauxhall.--Ex-harlot Sarah.--Esther
succumbs.--Big-arsed and bandy-legged.--Periodic fucking.--
Matilda invincible.--I part with Esther.--Her fortune.

I wrote to Esther, who met me in the lane, she was in her airs. I
had quite forgotten myself she said, and had made them both drunk
purposely,--it was not like a gentleman,--I had acted very improper; she
would not recollect where my hand had been did not believe I had felt
her thighs, she was tipsy. That was the line the cunning jade took in a
dark lane. "Now don't be foolish, and run away when I tell you." "Well
I won't." Then I said something suggestive, and she got cosy with me.
"What was it you really did to Tilda?" "Nothing." "You did." "Ask her,"
"She won't tell me, and she will never speak with you again." Truthfully
or not Esther declared she did not know what I had done to make her
sister holler out so.

"I'll give you a bonnet, and we will go to Vauxhall,--don't let your
sister know." I gave her the money, she agreed to meet me again, and
did, and again asked me what I had done to her sister. I would tell some
night when I slept with her. Then she would never know, for she would
never be in bed with me, or any one else, till she was married.

I progressed in the usual way, praised her big bum, guessed she had
fat thighs, etc. "You know I did feel them." No, she did not recollect.
After talking thus one night my prick was in stiffish form, and I put
her hand round it. She laid hold of it innocently, then snatched her
hand away violently. Then I did the old, old trick, promised a pair
of garters, if she would let me put them on,--in the dark of course.
"No,--no." "So help me God, I won't do more than put them on." Two
minutes after that my finger was on her split. This was all in the dark
lane.

I wonder what a girl of that class thinks of, hopes, expects when she
meets a gentleman on the sly. Does she expect he will fall in love, and
marry her?--does she know that he wants to fuck her?--does she like to
meet a man who has that intention, and long to hear smutty suggestions,
and baudy talk?--does she like the lustful feeling creeping over her,
as she stands by a randy man who is making lewd remarks? I imagine that
like the man, she is randy and wants to hear his baudy