XXII.

The Sunday following.--Chaste calculations.--The sister
alone.--My embarrassement.--Ale fetched.--Warm
conversation.--Stiffening.--Bolder talk.--An exhibition of
masculinity.--A golden promise.--Lust creeping.--Baudy
dalliance.--Cock and cunt in conjunction.

On the following Sunday her young man was coming to London, and she was
to spend the day with him at his relatives. Her sister was to keep
the house, the husband was going elsewhere, so the sister would be
alone,--all provided it was fine weather. Jenny had promised her
Mistress that until her return she would never go out with her young
man, and that is how Jenny kept her word. She knew I would not tell,
would I?--I felt her cunt, and kissed her. "It's not very likely, is
it my pet?" Then she snivelled, said she was very wicked, and hoped God
would not punish her.

When I heard of this arrangement I lusted strongly. In vain I said to
myself, "What again a married woman! in comfortable circumstances for
her class, with two children,--a woman you have never spoken to,--can
you expect to get her!" I did not expect it, but had a burning desire to
see and speak to her, to look closely at, and have a chat with a woman
whose privates I had seen so nakedly. It seemed to me to promise a
titillating treat. Besides I had been so successful with women,--gay
women had even been anxious to get me,--that a half-belief came over me,
that if I had time, I could persuade even her to let me. Time was the
difficulty, for she did not yet even know me by face (so I thought, but
was wrong). At all events see her I would,--she was dissatisfied with
her fucking, that I knew; she might be randy, and then be much less
impregnable than she seemed; so I determined to see her on the Sunday
that Jenny went out.

I could think only of one powerful means of getting her, if anything
encouraged a hope, and that was by money. I had not too much then,
though getting better off, but determined if ten pounds would tempt her,
that she should have it. I was a long time I recollect pondering over
the sum. The Sunday turned out fine, I put the gold in my purse, and
went to the house just after their dinner-time, and after my luncheon,
at which I fed myself up well, and to give me courage took an extra
glass, for I had one of my nervous fits of funking come on, mixed with
doubts about the morality of deliberately trying a married woman.

She opened the door, I walked st