do you like?" "Pies and sausage-rolls,"
said the girl smacking her lips and laughing, "oh! my eye ain't they
prime,--oh!" "That's what you went gay for?" "I'm not gay," said she
sulkily. "Well what you let men fuck you for." "Yes." "Sausage-rolls?"
"Yes, meat-pies and pastry too."

"What did you let the first man do it to you for?" "I don't know, he
came up to me and told me he'd give me some money, if I would go to
a house with him,--he only wanted to talk with me, and I was then so
hungry. He took me to No. 4, just opposite here, and did it to me."
"What did he give you?" "Five shillings." "You had never had it before?"
"Never." "I don't believe you." "I never had, I'm only fifteen and
a little,--he met me in the Strand near where you did," she cried
indignantly. "Did he hurt you?" "Yes, and made me bleed,--I was upset,
and didn't think much about it till I got home and found my shemmy
bloody. I washed it, and put it on again quite wet, so that mother
mightn't know."

As she talked she would feel my cock, every now and then raise her head
to look at it, fall back again as if satisfied, and go on feeling it and
talking.

She was intensely curious about my prick, would lay and examine it for
half-an-hour at a time silently. One day after feeling it she asked
if she might do what she liked with it. Certainly. She moved on to her
knees (we were both stark naked on the bed, and had fucked not long
before), and began feeling it, skinning, then covering the tip, looking
under the balls and smelling it. "How smooth and red it is," said
she,--"Does that hurt?" and she rubbed her finger over the tip orifice.
"A little,--wet your finger," She did. "Shall I wet it with my tongue?"
"Do." She licked it, and bit by bit put it into her mouth, asking me
occasionally if she hurt me. I laid amused with the sexual promptings of
her nature. She took it out of her mouth, put it in again, then it got
stiff, then she laughed. "Isn't it funny?" said she, "how smooth and red
it is,--first it's flabby, then it's stiff,"--and she relinquished it,
laying down across me, and contemplating it quite silently.

"Did you do that to the other gentleman?" I asked. "Oh! no, never,--I
didn't think about it,--only one on em stopped long,"--and she told me
about all of their doings. She could never make out but seven, though
she always asserted there were eight who had had her before me.

I did not like either cock-sucking or cunt-licking at that epoch