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common course of lecherous events in such acquaintances, is that I took
one for spending over her, used to fuck up to spending-point, then pull
out my prick, and frigging it, emit my semen on to her belly, breasts,
or thighs; then I began fucking again, almost directly I had discharged
and looking at my spunk lying on her flesh. When my pleasure came on
again, I would put her hand on to my spunk; and directly her fingers
touched it, it fetched me, and she as well, although she always said it
was a dirty trick. But I only did this a few times. I began also to use
French letters, for reasons she advised me to do so.

The neighbouring streets were full of poor gay women. She heard that I
had been seen going into a house in the neighbourhood, and cried about
it. Her health got bad, her womb began to fall, and the doctor said she
was not strong enough for a gay life. She told me she was the daughter
of an under game-keeper, that a young tradesman kept company with her,
she liked him, and he said he meant to marry her. Bringing her home one
evening when she had got out on the sly, they felt each other's privates
on the road. Very soon after she and one of her sisters were allowed
to go to some village-dance. Her sister walked off with her sweetheart;
Mary's young man took her to some cottage, did it to her twice, and then
walked home with her. She did not know whose fault it was; his or hers,
for from the night they had felt each other, she thought of nothing else
till she had his prick up her. Her father found it out, she ran away to
London, became gay, and had never lived in any other house but the one
I visited her in. "Whenever I saw him after he had felt me" (her lover)
she would say, "I felt in a flurry all over, and could think of nothing
else, I longed to feel his hand on my thing again,--she soon did."

She went home ill, came back, her womb got worse, she went to a
hospital, got thin and fretted, again went home, and I never heard more
of her. I had great pleasure in her society, it was my greatest solace
to tell her all my misery, for she was a complacent kind creature. It
was wonderful to see how clean everything was in that little square
room, yet with the exception of the fire-place, she cleaned everything
herself. At about two o'clock in the day she was dressed, and standing
at the door, to catch passers by. She never spoke to them unless they
spoke to her. She was to me at first a novel experience but I soon