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nursed male children, and I don't think she had brothers.

How is it that scarcely any woman will let you willingly look at her
cunt after fucking, till it is washed; most say it is beastly, gay or
quiet, it is the same. Is it more beastly to have it spurted up, to
turn and go to sleep with the spunk oosing on to a thigh, or an hour
afterwards to let a man paddle in what has not dried? They don't
mind that, but won't let you look at it after your operations,
willingly--why?

A modest girl lays quietly after fucking, and does not wash till you are
away. A young girl who has let you see her cunt and take her virginity,
won't wash it at all, until you point out the necessity. A gay woman
often tries to shove back her bum just as you spend, gets the discharge
near the outlet, uncunts you quickly and at once washes and pisses at
the same time. A quiet young girl wipes her cunt on the outside only.
A working man's wife does the same. I have fucked several, and not one
washed before me. I incline to the opinion that poor women rarely wash
their cunts inside, their piddle does all the washing. "What's the good
of washing it?" said a poor, but not a gay girl to me, "it's always
clean, and feels just the same an hour afterwards, whether washed
or not." Is the unwashed cunt less healthy than one often soaped and
syringed? I doubt it. An old _roue_ said to me he would not give a damn
to fuck a cunt at night, which has been washed since the morning.

About sexual matters each of us knew about as much as the other, and
we had much to learn. A girl however in the sphere of life of Charlotte
usually knows more about a man's sex, than a youth of the same age does
of a woman's; they have nursed children, and know what a cock is; a girl
is never thought too young to nurse a male child, no one would trust a
boy after ten years of age to nurse a female child; but she had never
nursed. From Charlotte I had my first knowledge of menstruation, and of
other mysteries of her sex. Ah! that menstruation was a wonder to me, it
was marvellous, but all was really a wonder to me then.

After Christmas my sister went back to school, our chances seemed
improving, we spent another holiday at the pew-opener's. I had got
money, and we were indiscreet enough to go to see some wax-works. Next
day her father came to see her; he ordered her to tell where she had
been. She refused, he got angry, and made such a noise, that mother
rang to know what it