what I mean don't you,--every night what
am I to do?--I love laying belly to belly naked with a nice woman, and
taking my pleasure with her,--so of course I can't keep from having
other women at times,--you don't know what an awful thing it is to have
a stiff prick, and not a nice woman to relieve it." She gave me a push,
got up, and made for the door at the word prick. Again I stopped her.
She had sat staring at me with her mouth wide open, without saying a
word, all the time I had been telling the baudy narrative of domestic
trouble, as if she were quite stupefied by my plain language until she
suddenly jumped up, and made for the door without saying a word.

I was as quick as she, caught her, put my back against the door, and
would not let her go, but could not get her to look me in the face,
I had so upset her. There we stood, I begging her to sit down, and
promising not to talk so again, she saying, "Now let me go,--let me
out." "No,--sit down." "No." But in about a quarter of an hour she did,
and then again I told her of my trouble, avoided all straighforward
allusion to my wanting other women, but hinted it enough. She got
interested, and asked me no end of questions. "Lord why don't you
separate,--if I quarrel with my husband so, I'm sure I will,--I tell my
young man so." "Oh! you have a sweetheart." Yes she had,--a grocer's
shopman,--he lived at Brighton, came up third class to see her every
fortnight, starting early, and going back late. She was flattered by
my enquiries, told me all about him and herself, their intention to
get married in a year; and I sat and listened with one hand outside her
clothes on her thigh, and thinking how I could best manage to get into
her.

"He goes with women," said I to make her jealous. "He don't I'm
sure,--if he did, and I found it out, I'd tear his eyes out, and break
off with him, though he says Brighton is a dreadful place for them
hussies." She got quite excited at the idea. "When he comes up, you and
he enjoy yourselves,--his hands have been where mine have to-night." "No
he hasn't,--if he dared I'd--now I don't like this talk,--you said you
wouldn't,--leave me alone,--you keep breaking your word." Another
little scuffle, a kiss, and a promise. "Why should you not enjoy
yourselves?--who would know anything about it but yourselves,--it's so
delicious to feel yourselves naked in each other's arms, your bellies
close together." "Get away now,"--and she tried to get up. I