from the lady, off the
couple moved, and I dare say it was many a day before she had her
privates moistened up against a wall again, and over a grating.

Henry and I laughing picked up the lantern and got back to the house;
I went to my bed-room in a state of indescribable randiness. I had for
some time broken myself of frigging, and now resisted the desire, tried
to read but could not, undressed and went to bed. My prick would stand.
If it went down for a minute and my thoughts were diverted, the very
instant my mind recurred to those balls wagging above my head, up it
went again. I tried to piss, the piss would not run. At that time when
my prick was stiff, I used to pull the prepuce back, so as to loosen it.
I laid down on the bed, prick stiff. If it could have spoken, it would
have said, "Frig or fuck, you shall, before I give you rest." So I
pulled the prepuce slowly back,--only once,--and as the knob came
handsomely into view, out shot my spunk all over the bed-clothes.

Getting up to wipe and make things clean, I saw something on the brim
of my cap which I had worn; the cap was on the table. I took it up and
found a large spot of sperm which had come from the happy couple, it
must have followed the withdrawal of the prick; and had my head been a
little more turned up, it must have tumbled on my face. I did not mind
wiping up my own sperm, but doing so to their's seemed beastly. Yet what
was the difference?

We heard one night some one squat down, and turned up the light; there
were petticoats, legs and an arse, but instead of the usual slit, we saw
to our astonishment a prick and balls hanging down between the legs, it
was a man in woman's clothes, and he was shitting. The sight alarmed us,
we talked over it for many a day afterwards, for we did not then know
that some men are fond of amusing themselves with other men.

I never saw but that one couple fucking, but we could hear groping and
frigging going on close by. We heard women say, "Oh! don't!" Gay women,
we heard say, "Here is a good place," but they did not often select the
gratings, why? I cannot tell, for they were partly in recesses in the
wall which enabled people to get more hidden. The bars were wide apart,
and I suppose the regulars did not like that, yet they often used the
gratings for pissing down.

These sights did no occur all at once, I went home, stopped, returned,
and so on; in the meanwhile not having women, I then frigged, left off,