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nine o'clock, she is out with her young man." "Oh! not at church?" "No
I told you so because Mrs. W-----told her not to go out on Sunday;--but
you won't tell?" "Of course not my dear, I dare say Jenny and her
young man have done what we have been doing." "Lord sir, he is a
most respectable young man, and far above her,--they are going to be
married,--she is lucky, luckier than I am,--she'd knock his head off
if he laid hand upon her improperly,--that she would, she! Lor bless
you,"--and Mrs. ------ laughed with incredulity. I laughed also. "Ah!
she looks a quiet young woman." "So she is, and so is he,--his family is
well off,"--and then she told me all that Jenny had told me.
"I wish you would let me make the bed." "I'm going to have you again."
"Oh! likely." "I am." "No you're not,--please go." "No." "Then I shall
go downstairs," "Go my dear." She took me at my word, her manner had
quite changed, she had been laughing and chaffing, she had blushed,
looked at me with fun and lust in her eyes, and at last with full open
eyes one moment, followed by the half-dosed eye and languishing manner
of a randy woman. Now she was quiet, almost sullen, and if she looked at
me her eyes fell directly, the randiness had been taken out of her. "I
must rouse it up well if I am to have her again," said I, to myself as I
lay thinking about her, and the delicious sight I had seen in that room,
the sight I never dare disclose to her,--but how I longed to tell her.
Up she came looking glum. "Are you not going?" "No." "Let me make the
bed then." "Not until I have had you again." "Then it will go unmade."
"That won't matter to me." "But it will to me,--what will my sister say
if she sees the bed's been laid upon like that?" "Perhaps she will think
a man has been with you." "Well you take it mighty cool,--I do
hope you're going." "Not till I've had you." "Now you are a talking
nonsense,--you know you can't do it," said she with an incredulous look,
and the tone of a woman who knew what a prick could do and what not.
"Look at this," I uncovered my prick which was nearly at a full-stand.
She smiled when she saw it. "Nonsense I am ashamed." "My dear I'm proud,
and not ashamed,--come." "I shan't." "Then here I'll lay,"--and I fell
back, and pulled balls and cod well out of my trowsers.
I had always a lust stirring tongue, fifty women have told me so. "You'd
talk any women randy," said a gay woman once to me. Brighton Bessie
said, that in fiv
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