before luncheon, get another after luncheon, dine, and have a
third women. I would at other times go under the Opera colonade, where
they used to assemble in the summer evenings with low dresses showing
shoulders and breasts; to see them, even if I did not want a fuck. I
had an insatiable desire to look at their nudity, would strip them,
make them piss, feel them all over, leave, and in an hour perhaps have
another. I had no leches for fancy postures. To see their thighs and
cunts in free but graceful attitudes was sufficient pleasure. During
this time the following occurred.

An intimate friend of Fred's was Lord A-----he lived with a lady who was
called Lady A.... I don't think she had been gay, and in that respect
resembled Laura and Mabel. The three women were much together. We often
saw Lord A...., and all became friends. Lord A.... was not very true to
his lady. He lived in B.t.n street, where he had at that time the whole
of a handsomely furnished house, but only could half occupy it. His
indoor servants were a middle-aged woman who cooked, a maid who was her
niece, and his valet, who waited at table as well. A woman who did not
sleep in the house came daily. He had grooms and a coachman, but not in
the house. Lord A.... had quarrelled with his father. He had been in the
Guards, and drank very freely.

He invited us one night to dinner, and gave a splendid one. By the time
we had finished, we were all noisy. It was never our custom to use baudy
language when in each other's company. Laura had a great aversion to it.
Mabel liked me to talk baudy to her, but did not talk it herself. Fred
always after dinner would let out a warm word or so, and was at once
snubbed by Laura. For all that our conversation after dinner was
generally warm with _double entente_.

On the night in question our conversation got to open voluptuousness.
Fred and Lord A.... went in for it, Mabel laughed, Laura hished and
hished, said she would leave, but at last gave way, as did Lady A....;
then we men got to lewdness. Whenever any sensuous allusion was made,
my eyes sought Laura's, hers seeking mine; we were both thinking of the
quiet and quick fuck we had, with Mabel snoring by our side. We compared
our thoughts on that night, but at a future day.

Just at that time a case filled the public journals. It was a charge of
rape on a married woman, against a man lodging in the same house. She
was the wife of a printer on the staff of a daily