just got my cock up. Indeed women used to
say to me, "How quick you are; why did you not wait for me?"

What with Molly, Pender, and nursemaid I was so well kept in cunt, that
I only occasionally went back to London. I had dissipated a large part
of my fortune; fucking here had not then cost me five pounds, so that
besides the novelty and delight of the intrigues and the risks I ran,
it was economical; and things might have gone on so, when back came my
cousin Fred.

A wide-awake fellow was Fred. When my aunt said how delighted they all
were to see me so steady, and had never seen me enjoy myself so much at
the Hall before, he stared. "He goes often," said aunt, "with me to the
dairy." "Yes and pats the cows," said a cousin. Fred winked at me, and
when we were alone said, "What's your little game Walter, where are you
cunting now old fellow?" "Cunt," said I, "is of no use, my clap's not
gone; but thank God I think it's getting all right again." He was quite
taken in. "You have done the best thing you could," said he "there is
nothing here much to excite you, no woman worth having, is there?"

We wandered daily over the farm and grounds, smoking and talking; he
had been so much away, that faces were unfamiliar to him. "What a skinny
bitch that is with Joey." said he (that was nursemaid). "That's a fine
woman," said I indicating Pender. "Yes," said he, "I recollect before
she was married trying to grope her, and she nearly knocked me over." "I
would not mind having her." "No chance for you my boy. Ah! has not that
little Molly grown," said he with a laugh, "I have often seen the
little devil's arse, and her cunt too when a child, playing about the
place,--she is nice: I think I'll have a try on her." "Aunt's partial to
her," said I. "Don't care." "She is very young." "Tighter cunt, and more
to teach," replied he,--and I noticed he began to be very sweet to Molly
afterwards.

One morning we walked into the fields, the foreman came up and saluted
us. He had been on the farm before Fred and I were born. "Well Smith,"
said Fred, "still at the old games,--any bastards lately?" "Oi am tow
ould for that now Master." "Perhaps the girls don't like poking now?"
"Oi they do, but they doon't like me as they did." Smith (my cousin
told me), had had the credit all his life of poking all the agricultural
laborers, and had been threatened with dismissal on account of it. "He
might have had a worse berth," said I, "there are half-a-do