"Mind there are five shillings," said I, and disgusted I left, resolving
never to go near the drunken beast again.

But the woman had made a great impression on me. I was always, even
quite early in life, taken with a crummy woman, quite as much as with
a pretty face; and although so low a woman, I longed for her again,
and before many days sought her. It was on a blazing hot afternoon of a
summer's day, the sun shone brightly on the front of the houses on one
side of the street, the other was in shade. A street with perhaps a
dozen carts and wheel-barrows through it in a day, where children played
in the roadway, and women sat on the footways. I went along slouching on
the shady side, slowly looking, and not quite recollecting the number of
the house, and saw Kate sitting on a chair on the footway by her door.

She looked up vacantly as I got close to the house, with that look which
a low-class woman has who thinks the man above her, and not likely to
take her. "Come in," I said turning into the open door, and she followed
me, bringing her chair. "I'll give you five shillings," said I.
"All right." "Take off your dress." "All right, but give me the five
shillings first." I gave it her. She began undressing, her gown off left
but her chemise. "You don't want my chemise off?" "No,--lay at the
side of the bed." She laid herself down, threw up her chemise, and
the lovliest pair of thighs, belly, and cunt that ever man saw were
disclosed. To look, to open its lips, and thrust my prick up her were
the work of a minute. I roared as I touched her. I am told by women
that at that time of my life, when thoroughly randy and I saw the cunt
I liked that I gave a low roar as I closed on it with my pego. Kate told
me that I did so this time, when my prick first neared her thighs. I did
not then talk when in a woman's embraces; but fucked in silence.

I pulled out my prick, "Lay still,--keep your thighs open,--let's see
your cunt," said I trying to keep her in her position. "Oh! arseholes,"
said she closing her thighs, and getting up, and looking at me.

"Did you get your five shillings the other night?" said I, "you were
drunk." "Lor! are you the gent?" said she breaking out in a laugh, "I
didn't know you,--now I see you are like him,--yes I was lushy,--so
you've come agin.--Lor!" and she laughed. "How often did you fuck me?"
I told her. "Sit down, and talk," said she, and we both sat down on her
little cane-bottomed chairs.

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