ly, and shot out its spunk as I strained. I
went back to the house, and just entering it saw the other daughter
go towards the privy. Back I went and sitting down frigged myself as I
heard her evacuations drop, so randy and charged with sperm was I.

After that I occasionally frigged myself at the privy, and used to
picture to myself the girls sitting there, their clothes up round
their rumps, and slightly up in front showing their limbs, and piddle
squirting, but I always thought of both girls as having cunts like
Mary's. After a time we knew a little of the girls, and when talking to
them I used to think of the same thing. The idea used to fascinate me,
and they used to say (I am told), that I was a strange man, for I always
stared at them as if I had never seen a woman before. They little knew
what was in my mind when I was staring.

Just after the emptying I could not only see their wax as it fell to the
bottom, but the paper with which they wiped their bums, and could hear
them fart. Sometimes the two came together. One day by a sudden whim
I let a fart as loud as I could, and heard a suppressed titter, they I
think never knew I could hear, for usually I tried to be as silent as
possible. I never coughed when there, and used to pull open my arse-hole
to lessen the noise of my trumpet, and singular as it may seem did this
out of a feeling of delicacy. Soon the cess-pool was half-filled, with
water, and I could only indistinctly hear. Then I grew tired of the
game, and again let off my sperm up cunts instead of spilling it on the
privy-floor, for sorrow always came over me as I saw it on the floor. A
few months after this I took a dislike to the girls through thinking of
what I had seen and heard of them, it seemed to shock my sentiment of
the beauty and delicacy of a woman.

A confused number of random whorings and miscellaneous fuckings took
place about this time, I cannot tell to a month or two, but it began
directly after Mary had gone. I tell of one or two of them.

At the back of the Lowther Arcade one night I took a poor little girl
seemingly about sixteen years old to a house. She had a nice but thin
form, and was as white as driven snow. When I had had her, I wanted to
see her face more clearly, but she held a handkerchief to it, and half
turned it away from the light, her privates she allowed to be inspected
as I liked.

She was marked badly with the small-pox, and was nevertheless handsome,
but with t