hilst I felt her; it was an affair of a second or
two, and again we were scared. I went to the sitting-room, and passed
the evening in smelling my fingers and looking at my cousin. This
occurred once again, and I think now, that the servant must just have
been on the point of letting me fuck her, for she had been feeling my
prick and in a jeering way saying, "You are not man enough if I let
you," I emboldened, blurted out that I had spent, I recollect her saying
"oh! you story," and then something put us to flight, I don't now
know what. I certainly was not up to my opportunities, that I see now
plainly.

I had a taste for chemistry, which served my purpose, as will be seen
further on, and used to experimentalize in what was called a washhouse,
just outside the kitchen, with my acids and alkalis; that enabled me to
slip into the kitchen on the sly, but the plan of the house rendered it
easy, for my aunt to come suddenly into the kitchen.

My bed-room window overlooked the kitchen yard, in which was this
wash-house, a knife-house and a servant's privy, etc., etc., the whole
surrounded by a wall, with a door in it, leading into the garden. Just
outside on the garden side, was a gardener's shed; the servant in the
morning, used to let the gardener in at the kitchen entrance; and he
passed through this kitchen yard into the garden. I was pissing in the
pot in my bedroom early one morning, and peeping through the blind, when
I saw the servant's head just coming out of the gardener's shed, she
passed through the kitchen yard into the kitchen in great haste, looking
up at the house, as if to see if anyone was at the windows. Then it
occurred to me, that if I got quite early to the kitchen, I could play
my little baudy tricks without fear, for my relatives never went down
till half-past eight to breakfast, whilst the servant went down at six.

The next morning, I went down early to the kitchen, did not see the
wench, and thinking she might be in the privy in the kitchen yard,
waited. The shutters were not down, after some minutes delay, in she
came; she started. "Hulloh! what are you up for?" I don't think I spoke,
but making a dash, got my hand up her clothes and on to her cunt. She
pushed me away, then caught hold of the hand with which I had touched
her cunt, and squeezed it hard with a rubbing motion, looking at me as I
recollected (but long afterwards), in a funny way. "Hish! hish! here is
the old woman," said she. "It i