-A sham illness.--An
afternoon with Molly.--She turns harlot.--Gets clapped.--Her
baby.

I was in wonderful condition. Early to bed, out-of-door exercise, good
plain living, everything to make me so. I felt as if I could fuck all
day. If one day I had neither of the women, the next day my prick stood
from morning till I got to sleep at night. When standing quietly in the
woods waiting for the driving of the game, I used if alone to pull out
my prick and look at it, and thinking of cunt forgot to fire at the
rabbits. Once I recollect shooting at a rabbit with my prick out of my
trowsers.

Among the laborers I had seen was a strapping woman with big legs,
withered face, and parchment skin, middle-aged, yet not actually
bad-looking. The old foreman had said to me, "She ha been the biggest
whore in the parish, I bet that there beant a man but what have had she
when she were young. The first chap as had she, were the banker; she say
it herself. I be sworn she likes a bit yet when she can get it." She was
as strong as a horse, if no one were handy, she would groom a horse, was
often driving a farm-cart, and had the reputation of having whored since
she was fifteen years of age.

Waiting with my gun by a ride one day, my prick throbbing in my
trowsers; I pulled it out, and felt it, laid down my gun, and in the
trembling state of erection I was in had determined to frig myself;
when I heard the wheels of a cart which soon came in sight. I saw it
was driven by this woman who sat on a shaft with her legs dangling, and
showing her big calves. Lust made me indifferent to consequences, had
it been my grandmother I think I should have done the same. There was
a cunt between those legs, that was enough. I forgot her age, position,
the risk I ran of beaters coming, and everything else; I only thought of
how to ease myself.

I nodded, "Good morning mother, come and help us a bit," and out stood
my cock in front of her. She laughed, and jumped off the cart which
stopped. "Come here." "No," said she standing still and grinning. I
winked and turned to the left out of the ride, she did the same. Without
preliminary, almost without a word, I laid her on some grass drier than
the rest, and had as good a pleasure out of her as I ever had in my
life, or thought so. She went off with her cunt full, I tipped her. In
a few minutes I was banging at the rabbits again. I don't think I was
three minutes about it, and never had her again