dn't." "I felt the piddle on my hand." She made
no reply, but passed on, and wiped her face. When I said more she merely
tossed her head. "Don't be a fool Jenny,--let us,--you want it as bad
as me." Then I rattled out my whole baudy vocabulary, "prick," "cunt,"
"fuck," "spunk," "pleasure," "belly to belly," "my balls over your
arse," "let my stiff prick stretch your cunt,"--everything which could
excite a woman; to all of which she merely said, "Oho!--oh!" and tossed
her head, and never took her staring eyes off me, nor ceased swabbing up
her perspiring face, and at the same time looking at my throbbing, rigid
cunt-stretcher.

Finding she took to yelling, and even hitting me, I desisted a moment.
"Where is the book I sent you last night?" I had till then forgotten
it. That opened her mouth. "Have not had a book." "I saw the boy give
it you, and you open it." "He didn't." "He did." "I burnt it,--a nasty
thing,--I would not let my sister see it." An angry feeling came over
me for the moment, for I thought it probable, and should have had
difficulty in replacing it. Then came an inspiration to help me,--a man
always gets somehow on the right track to get into a woman if he has
opportunity. Nature wills it. The woman was made to be fucked, and the
sooner for them, the better for them.

"You have not burnt it,--I'll bet it's in your bedroom,--in your box."
"It isn't." "I'll swear it's there,--you have been reading it all
night,--I'll go up and see." She started as if electrified into life as
I made for the door. She got there before me, and stood before me. "You
shan't go,--you've no business up there,--I've burnt it,--it's not
there." "It's in the kitchen then." "No, I've burnt it," she went on
rapidly and confusedly. "I'll go and see," said I pulling her from
the door, she screeching out, "No you shan't go up,--that you
shan't,--you've no business there." Then I pulled up her clothes to her
belly, she got them down, but still she kept her back to the door.
I kept pulling her till her cap was off again, and felt sure she was
getting weaker and weaker.

Then she turned round suddenly, opened the door, and ran up the stairs
rapidly like a lapwing, I after her. Once she turned round, "You shan't
come up," said she, and tried to push me back; and then again on she
went, I following. I stumbled, that gave her a few steps ahead; I sprang
up three steps at a time, recovered the lost distance, and just as she
got into the bed-ro