got my hand
up her clothes, pulled her on to the sofa, and holding her down with
one hand, pressed myself sideways on her, and kissed her, pulling out my
prick with the other.

Then she cried out so loudly that I was alarmed, for the window at the
back was open. "Hush,--be quiet,--there,--I've touched your cunt." I
pulled one of her hands on to my prick. "Oh! for shame Jenny you touched
my prick." Again she got up, and made for the door; so did I, and stood
there with my back to it, and my poker out in front of me. "Come and
open the door my dear, and you will run against this." She turned her
head away, and would not look. "Why don't you come on?--if you run up
against it, it won't hurt you,--it's soft though it's stiff." "I'll
write to my Mistress to-night," said she, and turned away. "Do my
pet,--tell her how stiff it was, and the old lady will want to see it
when she comes back." "It's disgraceful." "No my dear, it's to be proud
of,--why you're looking at it I can see."

Then she turned quite away. "That's right dear,--now I can see where I
pinched your bum,--it was not far from your little quim,--oh! if that
could talk, it would ask to be introduced to this,--it's hot, isn't it
Jenny?" I said, this and a lot more. She had walked to the back-window,
and stood looking into the garden whilst I rattled on. "You're laughing
Jenny." "It's a story," said she, "I'm insulted,"--and turned round with
a stern face. I shook my tooleywagger. "How ill-tempered you look,--come
and feel this, and you'll be sweet-tempered at once." She turned round
to the window again.

"I _will_ write my Missus,--that I _will_." "Do dear."

"My sister will be here directly." "You said she comes at dusk,--it
won't be dark for three hours." "I wish you would go,--what will people
say if they know you're here?" "Don't be uneasy,--they will know no more
than they know of your doings with your young man." "There is nothing to
know about, but what is quite proper."

So we stood. She looking out of the window, and turning round from time
to time. I standing by the door with my prick out; then I approached
her quietly. "Feel it Jenny,--take pity on it." "Oh! for God's sake
sir, what are you doing?" She turned and pushed me back, then retreated
herself, keeping her face to the window as she stepped backwards. "Oh!
there is Miss and Mrs. Brown walking in the next garden." Sure enough
there were two ladies there; they could have seen everything close to