hough I'd fucked them over
and over again. "No,--no," looking at the money; then suddenly she took
up the broach, and laid it down again.

Before running round the table after her, I had thrown off my coat and
waistcoat. "It's so hot, I've a good mind to take off my trowsers," I
had said; but I had another motive. She seemed weaker, and was so,
for gradually she had got inflamed and lewd by heat, the electrical
condition of the atmosphere, the titillation of my finger on her seat of
pleasure, and the sight of my stiff penis. She had I expect, got to
that weak, yielding, voluptuous condition of mind and body, when a woman
knows she is wrong, yet cannot make up her mind to resist. Just then it
came into my mind to tickle her; and then followed a scene which is one
of the most amusing in my reminiscences.

She shrieked, and wriggled down on to the floor. I tried to mount her
there. She kicked, fought, so that though once my prick touched her
cunt-wig, I could not keep on the saddle. She forgot all propriety in
her fuddled excitement, and whilst screaching from my tickling, repeated
incoherently baudy words as I uttered them. "Let me fuck you." "You
shan't fuck me." "Let's put it just to your cunt." "You shan't,--you're
a blackguard,--oh! don't,--leave me alone,--wee I will feel it,
if you'll let me get up,--oh!--he! hi! hi!--for God's sake don't
tickle,--hi!--I shall go mad,--you shan't,--oh! don't,--oh I if you
don't leave off." "I shall,--I must." "Oh! pray,--you shall if you leave
off tickling then,--oh! don't pray,--oh! I shall piddle myself,--he!
he!" She was rolling on the floor, her thighs exposed, sometimes
backside, sometimes belly upwards with all its trimmings visible. "Oh!
it's your fault," and as she spoke actually piddle began to issue. I had
my hand on her thigh, and felt and saw it.

Randy as I was I burst out laughing; and she man-aged to get up, began
to push in her neckerchief which I had torn out of the front of her
dress, and arranged her hair.

"Oh! look at me,--if any one came, what a state I am in," said she
looking in the glass, and there she stood her breast heaving, her eyes
swollen, her mouth open, and breathing as if she had just run a mile,
but attempting nothing, saying nothing further, awaiting my attack. What
randy, pleasureable excitement she must have been in, though unconscious
of it, whilst only thinking of how to prevent my fucking her against her
will.

"You began piddling." "Di