zen girls in
the field I would not mind sleeping with." "Why don't you have them?"
said Fred. "I don't want to lose my character here." "That be damned,
you can always have a field-girl, nobody cares,--I have had a dozen or
two."

I turned this over in my mind. We were again in the fields, on the way
there he gave me a long account of how old Sarah used to wink at his
having the field-girls; and indeed I had often heard him tell it. "You
tell him you would like any one, and see what will come of it." There
was a pretty sun-burnt girl about fifteen years of age that had given me
a cock-stand. "That's a pretty girl Smith, I'd give a sovereign to have
her,--is she loose?" "Don't think so yet squire, she be skittish; her
sister's not fourteen, and they say she be in the family way, when one
sister takes to it squire, the others generally do." "Where do you pay
their wages?" I asked. The old fellow leered at me. "Why you be a taken
a leaf out of young squire's book sir (it was Fred's advice); I pays
them next at the root-stores," a shed about a quarter of a mile from
the farm-yard, and in which he had a desk. The women waited outside the
shed, each being called in and paid in succession. They were paid every
night, excepting in hay-making times.

At pay time I strolled into the shed. One by one he paid. The girl I
wanted came last. He told her he wanted her to take a parcel to
the village. "Yes sir," said she. Off old Smith went to fetch the
parcel,--it was the dodge, Fred told me so afterwards, the old goat
always adopted to get a girl left alone with him.

Very randy but nervous I went out with Smith, then strolled back into
the shed. The girl had seated herself on some loose straw, she got up
and curtsied. "Sit down my dear," said I, "you may have some time to
wait," and talked to her. "You are very pretty,--you will keep your
sweetheart waiting." Smiling she said. "I ain't got no sweetheart sir."
Another look or two, and my randiness getting the better of me, I began
chaffing suggestively, she sat down besides me, then I talked for
a quarter of an hour warmer and warmer, then kissing, tickling, and
pinching her legs. This did not seem to affect her, she enjoyed it; then
out I pulled my prick, and all changed at once. "Oh!" said she rising up
scared to go. I pulled her back.

"Let's do it to you." "I won't." "You've been fucked." "I ain't,--I
am only fifteen years old (she did not affect ignorance of my
meaning),--le