f
the lodgers,--I'll tell you if you come in,--well make it
half-a-crown,--I've got such a nice cunt,--such a fat arse,--feel my
bubbies,--look here,--come in, and let me feel your prick."

This was all said rapidly, and according to the inducements the woman
had to offer. It generally ended in my going in, and the bargain was
completed inside. "I'll frig you,--do anything you like,--look here
(showing rapidly her breasts, and covering them up again),--here is a
big pair of legs (pulling her clothes up),--yes you may fuck me how
you like,--oh I yes I want to piss bad." I have heard this hundreds of
times. Once inside I never came out without paying something. The women
always said or did just enough to wet my appetite for knowing or seeing
a little more, so I paid, and often enough was disappointed, and left;
but saw a lot.

In these streets about seven in number, during a period of two or three
years, I had many women, even whilst I visited Mary Davis. I dare say
fifty women I fucked, and felt as many more before I ceased going to
the neighbourhood. Two or three of the adventures there are alone worth
writing. At one house I was robbed of a pin whilst actually fucking the
woman.

A tall broad-built woman of about thirty, was loll-at a door one night.
I do not recollect having seen her before, for I knew many women by
sight, even though I had not had them. She looked like a coster's wife.
I should have passed on, but for the lewd way in which her eyes met
mine. I stopped, she instantly looked rapidly up and down the street,
went back inside the door-way saying very loudly, "You want my lodger,
but she has left here," but as she said this, she stepped inside the
front room, and beckoned me in both with hand and head, her eyes wide
open, and looking anxious. Slowly I followed in. She was so big that I
thought I should like a feel, and if I liked that would pay more, and
have more. "I'll give you a shilling to feel your cunt." "Very well,"
said she standing still, and not attempting to lift her clothes slightly
as most of the women used to do. I got my hand on her thighs, she pushed
it away, retreated towards the bed and sat on it. I took out a shilling,
and as usual put it on the mantel-piece. "There is the money,--let me
now." She no longer resisted, I felt her, and she opened her legs to
facilitate my groping. She put her hand on my shoulder. "Is your cock
standing?" said she in a whisper. "Yes feel it," said I unbut