ront of me, and in the
first rush, put my hand round and gave her cunt outside her clothes a
grab. She upbraided me, rushing out of the crowd at the side to escape
me, I after her, into a dark passage, between the backs of the booths,
where men were pissing. They hailed her with laughter, asking her if she
had come to piddle. Back into the crowd she rushed, I with her, and did
the same thing, talking baudily, and kept this up until it was time for
her to go home.

I said I should walk home with her. The village-road had but occasional
oil-lamps; at places it was quite dark, loving couples were walking or
turning off into dark bye-places by hedges and fences to satisfy their
amatory wants. This I pointed out to her, and talked of the prints she
had seen in _Fanny Hill_ that morning. Altogether she had gone through
enough that day and night to make a female randy. Suddenly a girl in
the dark squealed, and a masculine voice in the dark shouted up, "That's
right, shove your prick well up her, old boy." I tried it on with Sarah
on the way home, but it was no go. I felt her bum and thighs, got her
hand on to my prick, but she would not let me have her.

Next night I was at the fair, and met her sister Susan there by chance.
I got excited and tried the same dodge with her, she had also a female
friend with her. I pressed their bellies and pinched their burnt when
in the crowd; her friend went off with her young man, then I had Susan
alone and tried pushing my hand against her belly, more than ever; she
took no notice. Her friend and we then met again face to face in the
mob. I had an impression that a feel at my balls must have come from her
friend. We all went to a public-house and had drink; there suddenly
she bid me good-bye, saying it was late, and she must get home, set off
running and was out of sight in a minute.

I had no intention of going home, but after thinking an instant ran
after her, saw a woman squatting who got up as I neared her; it was she.
"You have been piddling," said I. There was some joking on this. The
same sort of couples were to be seen cuddling about as on the previous
night; the same whispering, squealing ad scuffling a little way off in
the dark lanes. She was more frisky than her sister, and more talkative.
"Ain't they larking!" said she as a girl gave a half giggle, half cry
in the dark. Said I, "They are fucking." She stood stock still for a
minute, and then walked on quietly without saying a