ided me, and would not look me in the face. When
older, I only thought of her when there, or when my memory ran back on
the quims I had touched in my then short career.

Having now nothing to do, but to read, and idle about, I was wandering
in the farm, fields, stable, cow-houses, everywhere, and soon knew all
the faces on the estate. Among them was Pender, still so named, she
having then been married about a year to a man bearing her own maiden
name, and was then about twenty-three years old; a tall, strapping
woman, with a bum as big as a washing-tub; brown she was from working in
the sun, but fucking regularly as I supposed had cleared her complexion,
she was a good, comely country-woman. Our eyes met, both at the instant
thought of the day when I got my fingers red up her petticoats; she
curtsied, and blushed, I laughed with a baudy look I expect, and said,
"Well you still here."

I spoke to her again on other days, her husband worked on the farm, and
she was dairy-woman. Whenever I saw her my prick stood, and I avoided
her, for fear of an erection increasing my gleet.

There was hay-making,--lolling about with a book I went to look on, it
was at one or two fields off from a large rick-yard which was near
to the farm buildings. There was a half-made hay-stack with a ladder
against it, up which without any object I went idly, and laying down
went on reading. It became cloudy, the headman calling out said, "We'll
have rain, cut off all on yer, and get the hay up into cocks, yes
you,--you,--yes you too" (I did not know who he was talking to.) Men and
women crossed the rick-yard, and went off in the distance, Pender was
one, and was well ahead, when he called out, "You had better get the
dairy-work done though." She turned, and coming slowly back stood still
a moment, then comfortably squatted, and pissed.

I laying half buried in the hay was not visible to her, but seeing her
piddling, raised myself, and looked.

As she finished she gave her clothes that usual hitch against her cunt,
looked up, and saw me, turned round quickly, went away from the yard,
and then as if she had forgotten, turned round with her head hanging
down, and came through the rick-yard. I slipped from the stack, and met
her at the foot of it,--we were surrounded with stacks.

Her face was red. "A comfortable piddle you had," said I stopping her.
"Adun sir," said she. "A kiss, for old acquaintance," snatching one. "I
am married," said she. "Do