have her in the privy; have had women in
similar places before and since, and daresay that other men have.

She gave a start. "Come here." "No." But I clutched her. "Oh! now
pray,--if anyone comes?" "But there won't you know that,--come this
way," and I pulled her out of the main-walk. "Oh! don't, there's a
dear gentleman,--hush! perhaps some one is near." "Why they are all at
breakfast." "I don't know where my husband is."

I had edged her down the path, and pushed her into the large privy.
Pender was randy, that I see now. A woman in fear yields reluctantly,
but she yields when she wants a man.

I locked the door and pressed her up against the wall. "Oh! I am so
frightened," said she, "later on I'll let you,--oh! if we should be
found." She was in a funk, but what can any woman do, who feels a man's
warm prick outside her belly, and his hands fumbling at her clitoris?
the sensuous touch goes through her like lightning. Soon we were both
spending.

My head was on her shoulder, my prick oozing its last drop of sperm,
when she clutched me violently with a stare of terror in her face, it
scared me. "It is he, it's he!" she said in a screaming whisper, "oh!
my God!" Tramp,--tramp, went a heavy male step in the shrubbery. "Oh! my
God, I know his step!"

My prick flopped down, her petticoats dropped, but we stood close
against the wall breathless. Tramp,--tramp, nearer, nearer it came, it
passed the door, and died away in the distance. As he passed I peeped
through the little red curtains over the window, and saw it was her
husband's cap.

She sat down on the privy-seat, and buried her face in her hands. "My
God," said she, "What would have happened, if he had found me here? But
what does he do up this path? he has no business here," she added.

After a few seconds I went off in one direction, she as she told me,
to her cottage, where she found her husband, and they had breakfast
together; the good man not suspecting, that his wife's cunt was full of
sperm. Such are the chances of me.

I went into breakfast. My aunt was annoyed at my being so late. A female
cousin,--a pretty girl,--whom it was wished I should marry, poured out
my tea. I thought, "Ah! my dear girl, if you knew where my prick has
been a few minutes ago, it would astonish you."

I went through the farm-yard a little before midday into the lane, and
passed Pender without speaking. I met Whiteteeth carrying a mug and
other things in a basket in the la