e sofa, and we gossiped and kissed at intervals, till my cock got
unruly. "What a fat bum you have," said I. Then she attempted to rise, I
pulled her back, we went on gossiping, and kissing at intervals. She got
quite interested in my talk as I sat with one arm round her waist, and
another on her thigh, outside her clothes of course.

So for a while; but I was approaching another stage, was getting randy,
and reckless. "Lord how I'd like to be in bed with you, to feel that fat
bum of yours, to feel your c--u--n--t," spelling it, "to f--u---c--k it
I'd give a five-pound note," said I all in a burst, and stooping, got
my hand up her clothes on to her thigh. She gave a howl. "Oh! I say
now,--what a shame!--oh! you beast." I shoved her back on the sofa
upsetting her, got my lips on her thighs, and kissed them. Then she
escaped me, and breathing hard, stood up looking at me after her
struggle. "Oh! I wouldn't have believed it," said she panting with the
exertion. What a lot of women I have heard say, they would not have
believed it, when I first made a snatch at their privates. I suppose
they say what they mean.

Begging her pardon, "I could not help it," I said, "you are so pretty
and nice,--I'd give ten pounds to be in bed with you an hour." "Well I'm
sure." "Think what it is not to have a woman you like." "Well I'm sure
sir, you are a married man,--you've got a partner, and ought to know
better,--Missus would not have asked you to call if she'd a know'd
you,--she thinks there's no gent like you,--what would she say if I tell
her?" "But you won't my dear." "She thinks you a perfect gentleman, and
most unlucky," the girl went on to say, "and she is sorry for you too."

"Oh! she does not know all, but you've heard, have you Jenny?" I tried
to make her sit on the sofa again, and promising that I would not forget
myself any more she did so. We kissed and made it up, and talking I soon
relapsed into baudiness.

The quarrelsome life I led with the oldish woman at home was I knew well
understood by the old couple. "I lead a miserable life," said I. "Oh!
yes I know all about it," said the girl "Master and Missus often talk
about you,--but you're very gay, ain't you?" Then I told this girl a
lot. "Think my dear what it is not even to sleep with a woman for two
months,--for two months we have never slept together,--I've never seen
her undressed,--never touched her flesh,--you know what people marry
for,--I want a woman,--you know