crying, and leaned her
head against the bed, all in a drowsy, tipsy manner. Whilst so engaged,
her sister knocked and I let her in; she looked at me in a funny way; I
nodded; she went into the bed-room and closed the door, but I heard most
of what was said.

"What are you sitting there for?" No reply. "What's that basin there
for?" No reply. "You have been washing your grummit?" No reply. "What
have you been washing it for?" "I was hot." "Why, you have been on the
bed!" "No, I ain't." "You have, with he." "No, I ain't." "I know he
have, and been atop a you, just as he were atop on me this morning."
"No, he ain't." Then was a long crying fit. Sarah said, "What's the good
of crying you fool, no one ain't going to tell, I shant, and the old man
won't know."

Then their voices dropped, they stood together, but I guessed she was
asking what I had given her.

Then I went in. "You have done it to my sister," said Sarah. "No," said
I. "Yes, you have," and to Martha crying, "Never mind, its better to be
done by a gent, than by one of them mill-hands, I can't abear 'em; leave
off, don't be a fool." I went out of the room, Sarah followed me, and
I gave her the two sovereigns. "You know," she said, "some one would ha
done it to her; one of them mill-hands, or Smith would, he's alius after
her, and I knows he got his hands upon her."

Fred went up to London next day, and I was at the cottage soon after;
the girls were there, the elder grinned, the younger looked queer, and
would not go to the bed-room. "Don't be a fool," said the elder, and
soon we were alone together there. Half force, half entreaty got her on
to the bed, I pulled up her clothes, forced open her legs, and lay for
a minute with my belly to hers in all the pleasure of anticipation, then
rose on my knees for a close look. My yesterday's letch seized me, I
put my mouth to her cunt and licked it, then put my prick up the tight
little slit and finished my enjoyment.

Afterwards when I had her she was neat and clean underneath, although
with her every day's clothes on. She was frightened to put on her Sunday
clothes. She was a nice plump round girl, with a large bum for her size,
with pretty young breasts, and a fat-lipped little slit, the lining of
it instead of being a full red like Charlotte's, Mary's, and Sarah's
cunts, was of a delicate pink. I suppose is was that which attracted me.
Certain it is that I had never licked a cunt before, never had heard
of such