It is a positive fact, that about two hours afterwards I had a violent
randy throbbing in my prick, and found out later on that just at that
very time she had put that garter on.

(And now for the complete understanding of what follows, it must be
stated that the house was in plan nearly like that which I inhabited
when I had my beautiful servant Mary. Kitchens in the basement, two
parlours with folding doors between them, nearly always open; and rooms
back and front over the parlours; and that my absent friend did with
those rooms whilst absent at the seaside, what was not unusual with
people of their class in those days, lock most of them up, leaving only
sufficient for the servant, or caretaker, to inhabit.)

CHAPTER XVIII.

"Fanny Hill" sent to Jenny.--My next visit.--Thunder,
lightning, sherry, and lust.--A chase round a table.--The
money taken.--Tickling and micturating.--A search for "Fanny
Hill".--A chase upstairs.--In the bed-room.--Thunder, funk,
and lewdness.--Intimidation and coaxing.--Over and under.--A
rapid spender.--Virginity doubtful.--Fears, tears, and
fucking.

I waited a few days to ensure her poorliness being over. I had not left
her _Fanny Hill_, but why I cannot tell, for I knew how baudy books
excited a woman. The night before my next attack, I wrapped up the book,
directed it to her, gave a boy sixpence to deliver it, hid myself by a
lilac which was in the front-garden close to the road, and saw the boy
give it to her, and go off quickly as I had told him. It was just dark,
and too dark inside the passage of the house to see; for Jenny stepped
outside the house so as to get light, and stripped off the envelope.
I saw also that she opened the book, closed it, looked rapidly on both
sides, then stepped inside, and closed the door. I expect that her cunt
got hot enough that night. I saw her sister who slept with her nightly,
going through the front-garden soon afterwards, and Jenny open the door
for her. I had then moved off to a safe distance, the other side of the
road.

Jenny was fond of finery, and I had heard the old lady of the house
declaiming about it. Her pleasure at the showy neckerchief and garters
was great, so I bought a pretty broach, and filling my purse with
sovereigns determined to have her at any cost, for my letch for her had
got violent. The next day I had a good luncheon, went to the house just
after her dinnertime, and took wi