I rang for some tea (how
was I to get him out of the way again?). I went to my bedroom, rang;
up came Molly. "Let us do it again." "I won't, you have insulted me."
"Bring me a great can of hot water." Then I rang for all sorts of odd
things, making believe I had a bad attack of colic, showing her my prick
each time, till she let me do it at the edge of the bed. Her cunt had
been well washed. We were quiet, afraid of being overheard, a woman
knows how to avoid being compromised when she has once intrigued,--but
the poor girl was in an agony of fear.

"I've been into the nursemaid's room," said I, "and there is the mark of
some one having been on the bed-edge." "Well it's not me." She stuck out
that she had been in the room alone. "Why there at all?" She had only
passed through the room to piddle.

In the afternoon I called the butler, and sent him to the village
again, to get me another mixture. In the dining-room I rang, and Molly
answered. "I am going to ring in my room again," said I, "you come." No
she would not. I went up and rang.

The cook answered my bell. What a baulk! but I was equal to it,--the
cook had no business to come up, it was Molly's place. "Do you think
that Mrs. Brown or Pender, or some one on the farm has got anything good
for diarrhoea?" "I'll go and see," said she good-naturedly. I knew she
must be gone ten minutes, or a quarter of an hour.

I followed her downstairs, soon rushed into the kitchen, bolted the
kitchen-garden entrance, laid hold of Molly, whose horror was extreme at
the idea of being caught, and I fucked her in the butler's pantry, where
he slept. With my cock dripping as I pulled it out, I ran up to my room.
She had just had time to unbolt the door before the cook appeared, and
she brought me some medicine from Mrs. Pender, which of course went down
the closet.

I went to my bed-room, revelling in the intrigue of the day, and
wondering how often Fred had had her, and whether that day was the first
time. Whenever my cock grew stiff I rang for Molly, and showed it to
her. She grew demoralized at the constant sight of the cock, but there
was no time for a fuck; I promised her a new bonnet to get me another
opportunity. In a couple of hours she came, I had a voluptuous caprice,
turned her belly on the bed, her rump towards me, for a fuck from
behind. She objected, "What are you going to do? You can't do anything
like that." "Yes my love, easily." "I don't like my clothes up like