om, and slammed the door to, I put my foot in it,--it
hurt me much. "Damn it, how you hurt my foot,--I will come in"--and
pushing the door my strength prevailed; the door flew open, I saw her
running round the bed, and there on the very pillow of the unmade bed
lay _Fanny Hill_, open at one of the pictures. I threw myself across
the bed, and clutched the book. She then stood motionless, panting and
staring at me, she had clutched at it, and failed just as I caught it.
She would have got it, but for having to go round the bed.

I laughed. "Have you not had a treat Jenny dear!" Her face was a picture
of confusion. I was stretched half across the bed, and now went right
across. Then to escape me she ran away, and had nearly reached the door
when throwing myself over the bed again, I grasped her petticoats under
her arse, and managed to pull her back. "Damned if I don't fuck you,"
said I, "by God I'll shove my prick up your cunt if I'm hanged for
it,"--and pushing a hand up behind I clasped her naked buttocks. She
turned round, I pulled her petticoats clean up, she yelling, struggling,
panting, imploring. I dropped on my knees, kissed her belly, and buried
my nose between her thighs. The petticoats dropped over my head, her
belly kept bumping up against my nose and lips, which were covered with
her cunt-moisture.

I rose up, pushed and rolled her against the bed, my hand still up her
clothes. "Oh! don't, don't now,--you are a great gentleman they say,
and ought to think of a poor girl's ruin,--oh! if it was found out I
should be ruined." "It won't darling." I had got my fingers well over
the whole slit. "Pray don't,--well I'll kiss you,--there." "Feel it."
"Will you let me get up if I do?" "Yes." "There then," and she felt me.

"Oh! I must fuck you." "Oh! pray don't,--oh! let me go now, and I'll
let you another day,--I will indeed sir,--oh! you hurt,--don't push your
fingers like that." "Kiss me my darling." "You shan't." "There there."
Another struggle. "Oh! I can't--be--bear it." Her arse began to twist
again, her head sank on my shoulder, her thighs opened; then with a
start, "Oh! my God it's lightning (it began to thunder and lighten
badly),--oh! I'm so frightened,--oh! don't,--another day,--it's wicked
when it's lightning so,--oh! God almighty will strike us dead if you are
so wicked,--oh! let me go into the dark,--oh! don't,--I can't--be--bear
it." Her arse was shaking with my groping and frigging.

"Now don't be a