ore the time when an
easier pocket enabled me to have better female companions.

The angle of the street named as leading out of the Strand was dark of
a night and a favorite place for doxies to go to relieve their bladders.
The police took no notice of such trifles, provided it was not done in
the greater thoroughfares (although I have seen at night women do it
openly in the gutters in the Strand), in the particular street I have
seen them pissing almost in rows, yet they mostly went in twos to do
that job, for a woman likes a screen, one usually standing up till the
other has finished, and then taking her turn. Indeed the pissing in all
bye-streets of the Strand was continuous, for although the population
of London was only half what it now is, the number of gay ladies seemed
double there. The theatre-side of the street from Trafalgar-Square to
Temple-Bar was nightly for some hours one large flock of them, and there
was not a street or court on the whole line named, and on both sides of
the Strand in which there was not a baudy house. I have been in a dozen.

I used to prowl about to see the girls pissing, and when I had cheek
enough, stand and piss by the side of them. That delighted me much.
One night I saw two women go up a court, one directly squatted, and I
followed. When one had done I asked her to let me feel her. She did.
Randy but poor that night the feel of her wet cunt made me reckless. As
I gave her a shilling I remarked how I should like to have her, but that
I had but five shillings to give.

"You won't have me for five shillings, but you will get some one who
will,--you have lots of cheek to offer it." "I am sorry, but I can't
help it if I have not more." Had I not ten shillings? No, only enough
for the room. All this time I was feeling her. Then her hand went
outside my trowsers, feeling at my cock. I slipped it out, she took it
in her hand. "Have you not been a long time in the Strand to-night?"
said she. I had, and wanted a woman, only I had so little money. I did
not know the form or face of this woman, for we were in the darkest
place, and the night was dark and cold, but I felt that she had a silk
dress on, lots of hair on her cunt, and a large arse. "You may do it
here for five shillings", said she. I had never done it in the open in
such a place, but consented. Groping in my pocket I found and gave the
money, and then she stepped away from me,--a bilk I thought.

It was not so. She went up to