about 13 I used to meet often, when going to school by train, an
old gentleman who courted me, as it were, used often to talk to
me and asked me to come to see his well-known scientific
collections, but I always had a vague distrust of him and never
went. One day in the summer during a spare hour I met him in an
empty room in the museum, where there were usually very few
visitors at that time of day, and where large show-cases gave
concealment. He came up to me and told me he had been away in the
country, and that, when making his way home through hedges and
thorny bushes, some of the thorns got stuck amongst his clothes
and were still giving him uneasiness. 'I would be very grateful,'
he said, 'if you would put your hand down and try if you can feel
any thorns sticking in my underflannels and pull them out.' He
then unbuttoned his braces on one side, undid his trousers and
made me thrust my hand over his groin and lower abdomen. I
avoided touching his genitals, but he pushed my hand down in that
direction until, burning with shame, I made my escape and ran
off, not stopping until I was safe in school. I scarcely
understood it, but never spoke of it, and avoided him ever
afterward. I learned later on that he was a well-off bachelor
who took a great interest in working lads and young men and did
much to help them on in life and keep them, so it was said, from
falling into bad company. He died at a great age and left most of
his fortune to an institution for lads, as well as large legacies
to youths in whom he had been interested.

"The other time was on top of a tramcar when a grown-up man who
was near pressed as close to me as he could, began to talk,
praised my dark eyes, then put his hand on my thigh under my
loose cloak and felt up toward my parts. At the same time he took
hold of my hand, caressed it and put it over his parts (it was in
the dusk). This excited me and, if we had not been at our
destination, I think I would gladly have permitted further
familiarities. He tried to ask me where I lived, but there was no
time to answer, and the female relative who was with me (on
another seat) would no doubt have prevented this from having any
further sequel.

"On more than one occasion I have experienced the sexual orgasm
as the result of mental anxiety. The first time th