f you must know, but that don't satisfy
me, a woman who's had three children,--if I'm in the family way now, I'm
in a mess, but I'm not so much to blame, am I?--think, three months away
from your own man I--but I tell you as you spoke to me I was a dying for
it,--the girl who was here in this room used to say, 'Well Mrs. ------
you are a fool to pass your life almost without a you know what.' Well
I was a dying for it, and she and lodgers would always tell me what the
men did to them; and yet I never have had but you." So we lay talking
for a time, she answering my questions, and sometimes volunteering
remarks; but never leaving go of my prick, and every now and then
saying, "Ain't you a fine man!--you just are a fine young man!"

There were noises at the street-door, men were talking, a smell of
tobacco reached us. "It's the upstairs back," said she, "he will
stop there till he have smoked two pipes, so for God's sake don't
leave,"--and she sunk her voice lower. "Oh! I must put out the light."
Saying so, off the bed she got, blew it out, and got on to the bed
again. There we lay quite another hour, speaking in whispers, feeling
each other's privates, never washing, the spunk drying up as our hands
fumbled about each other, I talking baudy, and telling her what
gay women would do, she telling me she knew all about it, for her
ground-floor lodgers were always gay. I asking questions about herself,
heard that my cock was about the same size as her husband's. Wondering
at the tightness of her cunt, as she had had three children, she said
that the size was the same as before she had had a man. If she got in
the family way she would be in a mess; she did not think she should,
as she had not quite done suckling. She did not know how she managed to
keep so firm and plump, for she had meat only twice a week. "What then?"
"Potatoes and herrings,"--did not know what she would do, if she did not
get another lodger soon to pay the rent,--she often could not pay for a
meal.

About two o'clock in the morning there were lumping boots going
upstairs. The lodger had gone to bed. We lighted the candle, I washed
(there was still no towel), and no sooner had I washed than she laid
hold of, and kissed my prick, stooping to do so,--and then we fucked
again.

We parted, she took my money. "I will keep this," she said, "it will
help me." I said it was for her. She let me quietly out, begging me
never to mention what had taken place between