a word, so getting on by degrees I talked
to her about naked people, and getting children, felt her ankles and
legs, then told her I would give her a shilling if she would feel my
cock. She did not say a word, but stood still, my arm round her waist,
whilst I pulled out my stiff prick. Then she bent forward curiously,
whilst I put her little hand round it, and guiding it, pulled the
foreskin down from the tip. Then I put my hand up her clothes, and felt
her thighs and bum; but on bringing my hand to the cunt, she broke away
in tears saying, "Oh! no sir,--I would rather not sir,--I'm much obliged
to you sir for showing it me, and the shilling; but I would rather not
sir,--oh! let me go, let me go,--Mrs. Smith,--Mrs. Smith." The old woman
was listening, and came in instantly. "Oh! what are you doing to
her?" said she in a whining tone, "what is the matter my dear?--don't
cry,--oh! you should not sir,"--and winking at me, away she went with
the girl; then came back, said the girl was scared, and she feared it
was no go. "But if you heared her talk, you would think she would let
any man do anything with her."

Half-an-hour afterwards the girl had composed herself, and came back.
I had more gin, the old woman again left us, the girl had another
shilling, and again she felt me. I began talking to her about the
parsley-bed out of which children come, and generally on the subject of
generation and its working tools. "Now dear don't be alarmed (she seemed
as timid as a hare), you know what a cunt is?" "Yes," said she, "it's
a nasty word,--poor mother told father he was a beast cause he said it
when drunk." "Well my dear, something comes out of a man if he puts this
up a cunt, and that gets children,--lay hold of my prick, and you will
see,"--and guiding her little hand I frigged myself with it. But she
cried out when I attempted to feel her cunt, and I never had her. The
old woman said she was frightened to bring her again, that she and Mary
Davis might manage it together, and when Davis came back I wished her
to try, but she refused to have anything to do with it. The lech passed
away, for it was but a whim. At that time I liked large well-haired
cunts.

I am anticipating, for this took place nearly two years after I first
had Mary Davis. That girl got fond of me, and I liked her. I got a
little better off, and used to give her more money; but she always took
what I gave her contentedly. The only thing I can remember out of th