paper, who came home
extremely late; she always went to be leaving her door unlocked, so that
her husband might get in directly he came home. The lodger was a friend
of her husband's, and knew the custom of leaving the door unlocked,--in
fact he was a fellow-printer.

She awakened in the night with the man between her thighs, had opened
them readily, thinking it was her husband. It appears to have been her
habit, and such her husband's custom on returning home, or so she said.
The lodger had actually all but finished his fuck, before she awakened
sufficiently to find out that it was not the legitimate prick which was
probing her. Then she alarmed the house, and gave the man in charge for
committing a rape. The papers delicately hinted that the operation was
complete before the woman discovered the mistake,--but of course it left
much to the reader's imagination.

Fred read this aloud. I knew more, for the counsel of the prisoner was
my intimate friend. He had told me that the prisoner had had her twice,
that she had spent with him; that he had often said he meant to go in,
and have her, that she had dared him to do it, and that she only made a
row when she thought she heard her husband at the door on the landing,
although it was two hours before his usual time of return. His prick was
in her when she began her outcry.

With laughter and smutty allusions we discussed the case. "Absurd,"
said Laura, "she must have known it was not her husband." "Why?" "Why
because--," and Laura stopped. "If you were asleep, and suddenly felt a
man on you of about my size, and his prick up you, very likely you would
not tell if it were mine or not," said Fred. Laura threw an apple at his
head. Decency was banished from that moment, a spade was called a spade,
and unveiled baudiness reigned.

"I should know if it were not you," said Lady A... looking at Lord A...
"How?" "Ah! I should,--should you not know another woman from Laura, if
you got into bed with two women in the dark?" said she to Fred. "I am
not sure for the moment if with a woman just her size, and as much hair
on her cunt," said he. "I tell you what Fred, I won't have it," said
Laura ill-tempered, "talk about some one else, I won't have beastly
talk about me." "I'll bet," said I, "that if the ladies were to feel our
pricks in the dark, they would not tell whose they each had hold of."
Roars of laughter followed. "I should like to try," said Mabel. "So
would I," said another