here what will be
said?--don't now get a poor woman into trouble, the milking must be
done, if it's not what shall I say?" and tug, tug, went both hands
milking.

Said I, No one would come back until they had raked up the hay out of
harm from the rain. She knew better. "Yes they will if they are kept
late, some one will go to the Hall for beer, and they come back through
the rick-yard for cans; go away for God's sake." I went back to the
rick-yard, and saw a man coming as she had said, did not know which way
to make off, but the hay-stacks helped me, and I dodged up to the Hall;
it was about three minutes only from the farm-yard, and led to it by a
lovely shady walk.

Female servants only were in the house, even my aunt and cousins had
gone to the hay-meadow; soon a man emerged from the Hall with two huge
cans in his hands: it was Pender's husband. He went off with them filled
I suppose. I walked across the lawn and pleasure-gardens which the
fields surrounded, saw him in the distance, then made my way to
the cow-house again. "He's gone." "I have been so frightened," said
she,--but did not say it was her husband. She was still at the cows
teats.

I would not be repulsed, nearly upset a pail of milk, and swore I would
have her again. She refused, prayed me, then promised she would, if I
would let her take the milk into the dairy. Permitting it, she stayed
a few minutes, then out she came, looked all round, again called out a
name before entering the stable. The next minute we were on the straw,
my hand between her thighs. "You have washed your cunt," said I. "I did
it in the dairy," said she.

I had a grope, tickled her clitoris, got my mouth on to her belly, my
lips outside her cunt, we fucked, and again she went to her cow's teats.
All this was in broad day-light, although evening was coming on.

She finished milking. "I ought to go to the hay," said she; but I would
not let her, held her back, and swore if she went I would follow her.
"What have I done?" said she, "I must be mad." Then she took as was her
custom, milk up to the Hall, I awaited her return, looking at my cock
from which to my delight, all signs of gleet had gone.

For some time I had had mostly gay women, this was a return to old
times. It was pleasant to have a fuck on the sly, with a woman who
showed real pleasure, who shivered with delight, and grasped me like a
vice. Besides there was the stinging element of adultery. I laughed
to myself at