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who came to sleep with her; a woman about twenty-eight years of age,
who had been married some years, and had two children, the last one four
years old. She, or rather he, did not mean to have any more, they could
not afford to keep them. "How did they stop it?" I asked Jenny. She did
not know. But one night the sister wanted particularly to sleep at home,
and had asked Jenny if for once she would sleep in the house alone. She
consented though frightened. I proposed sleeping with her, and we passed
a very delicious night together: a man and woman fresh to each
other, always do in bed. What a night of feeling, frigging, sniffing,
inspecting, and fucking it was!

At all times, no matter what we began talking about, cunt and cock were
sure to become the subject. That night I learned that her sister had
slept away, expecting to catch her husband out in some infidelities.
Since he had determined to have no more children, he made her frig him
instead of fucking; so the sister went short of cock and had to frig
herself. That annoyed her. Then when he fucked her he did not do it
properly, he cheated her sister, Jenny said. I was a long time in
getting out of Jenny what the man did, at length she said, that just
as the stuff was coming, he pulled it out, and it went all over her
sister's thighs or her belly, and often before she had had her own
pleasure. Her sister thought it was just as well not to be married, as
to go on like that.

That was not all. He used at first to do it every night, and now not
once a week, said he could do without it, that he did not care about
it, and so on. She believed that he had other women, and that was more
aggravating because she wanted it herself more than ever. She was not
so well, she told Jenny for want of fucking, she liked it, and would
willingly have more children though she was so poor. I asked cautiously
if she had heard of the skins which people put over their pricks, and
into which they spent their seed? Jenny had not. I explained what they
where. She said she would ask her sister about it. I cautioned her about
showing that she knew too much. A few days afterwards Jenny told me her
sister had tried them, but they did not like them, besides they could
not afford them. What Jenny's sister paid for French letters I don't
know, I used to pay nine pence each. I fucked Jenny with one on just to
instruct her.

These two women talked often about such matters; and each day Jenny told
me