ough to point out to
me on her own cunt, where her virginity had been, as far as she could
recollect it. She was quite sure about Louise, and explained that girls
being with their parents in France were well watched; that the loose
pricks about a town were all taken by the married women,--which I did
not believe.

One night I was to see it, I waited for a signal from a window, of two
lights, rushed across the road and was let in by Camille. We went into
Louise's bedroom. There the girl lay in her night-dress on the bed,
insensible. "We must be quick," said Camille. Then she threw the girl's
clothes rapidly up above her naval, gently pulled apart her legs, and
held open the lips of the girl's cunt. It was such as had been described
to me. My excitement was fearful. She was a splendid limbed woman,
looked twenty-five instead of eighteen years old. Her cunt-hair
jet-black, crisp and thick as on a negress' head, grew up her mens and
down besides the lips. The vermillion stripe in the midst of it was
enough to drive any man mad. I put out my hand to touch it, but Camille
pulled it back. "No, no," she said in a suppressed voice, "you must go,
you promised me." "Let me fuck then." "No, go at once." She pulled me
towards the door, the girl was breathing heavily. Wild with lust, I
pulled out my prick. "Come away, you promised, she must see neither of
us." "One look more then." Again Camille opened the cunt-lips.

As she did so, Louise gave a groan, and turned round on one side opening
her eyes wide. Camille blew out the light, and pulled me into the
sitting-room. "You must go," she said. I wanted to fuck her, but she
would not let me.

I met a woman in Regent street, it was raining hard. Much as I still
hesitated at going with strange, gay women, I went home with her, threw
her down with her clothes on. The instant I saw her cunt, and almost
before I could get my prick out I spent over her bum and thighs. She
remarked, "You did want it, and no mistake." I left, got down to the
Italian Opera. Crowds of women walked under the Colonade, they often
then wore low dresses walking. I went to a baudy house with one, and
fucked her thinking of the black-haired motte and lips between the
thighs of the unconscious Louise.

I never knew what Camille had given the girl. She said she had made her
drunk with champagne. Louise on a subsequent day said she had got drunk
with champagne, but she never knew that I had seen her on that night.
I