r.--Free fucking.--End of the
orgie.

My cousin came home from school, and when dancing or talking with her,
I used to think of the look of her bum. One young lady from the school
whose posteriors I also knew came to stay. Fred and I used to laugh
about the adventure, and about his sister and cousin as much as about
the others.

Mrs. Pender's belly was like a mountain, her husband I fancied scowled
at me. Mrs. P. looked scared, and whisking past me in the farm-yard one
day with a milk-pail, said in a low voice as she passed, "For God's sake
keep away," and I did, feeling uneasy, In cold weather my aunt ceased to
go to the farm-yard, our own shooting was over, and I had no reason for
crossing the farm-yard; but at the end of a week my cock was so much in
want of amusement, that I made up my mind to have a poke up Pender if
I could, and way-laid her in the shrubbery-walk. She told me that on
a particular day her man would go some distance to buy cattle, and she
would try to meet me in the barn. Chance favored us, we fucked, and
talked at intervals for two or three hours, she having a poke, then
going out for a time, coming back again, and so on.

I heard that her husband suspected her and me, he was sure it was not
his child. Some one had seen me and her together in the lane, he would
not say who. Said Mrs. P., "I don't know what, but I am sure he is up to
something bad to you or me, and I live in a fright; I can scarcely eat,
drink, or sleep for thinking about what's to happen."

About a month after this, I received a letter from a lawyer in London
saying he wished to see me. I went, and found that he was instructed to
bring an action against me for seducing Mrs. Pender. I denied all,
but it was of no use. I at once went to my solicitor, who after a time
feared the case could be proved against me. The action would be brought
for damages (there was no divorce possible then), and there would be the
scandal, the annoyance to my aunt, and the horror of my mother. The
only chance of getting a word with Mrs. P. was way-laying her in the
laurel-walk. When I saw her she looked the picture of misery, her
husband had refused to sleep in the same bed with her. At about five
o'clock one evening, it being quite dark, she had given me a signal
during the day, I went to the privy. There I fucked her, she said how
utterly miserable she was, and asked me to take her away. Uprighters
were never to my taste, and now her big belly made