unk. "Why don't you keep my bed-room door closed?" said
she, "as I tell you." "I am almost sure it was closed when I went out."
"Have you been in here?" "No m'am," stammered the poor woman, "the nasty
cat has been up here on this bed (luckily the cat had done that once
before), and been scratching up the skins." "You must have opened the
door,--and oh! the beast has made some mess upon it." Mother told Sarah
to wipe up the place, it was only marks of what Sarah's overflowing cunt
and my prick had dropped in our hurry. A little more blowing up, and
mothers' anger was over. Sarah came down, looking more dead than alive,
when I saw her in the hall.

In the evening Sarah went out, and I to church,--so mother thought,--but
in reality to meet Sarah. For an hour we walked about, then as it
grew dark began kissing. What a difference the morning had made. No
resistance now, my hand roved over the smooth bum and belly, a slight
objection on the part of the thighs as my hand touched the hairy
covering, but for an instant only, then as of a right the fingers felt
the moist lapels, which were soon opened by my prick, as I fucked her
up against the wall of the garden, at the very spot where some weeks
previously I had fucked the unknown lady, and caught the clap.

Good and bad luck come in heaps. I was now in for the good. Next Sunday
and others afterwards, we had a nice half-hour on her bed, or my bed, or
on the sofa in the parlour; but we left no signs of the cat anywhere.

My mother then went on a long visit to my aunt in H--tf--dshire, wanted
me to go, but I could not get away, so she took my sister from my aunt's
and Tom, and to my delight took Susan. Sarah was left as servant, the
deaf female relative came again to take charge of the house, and we
three were alone in it. My mother's last words were, "Give as little
trouble as you can, and I hope Walter, you will keep out of bad society,
and not be out late." I was mostly to dine with my guardian's executor,
an old family friend.

That night and for several weeks, Sarah and I slept together, it was a
honey-moon. My old relative, deaf and timid, used to lock her door; I
used to go across to Sarah's and lock it, mother having put back the
key. We had fear of being found out, but not much. In those weeks we
gave way so to our passions, that we were worn out. I taught her all I
knew; she was willing, docile, and did all I told her: love's amusements
in every variety which I then