married woman, usually only stopped the
night with her, leaving early each morning for work in which she was
daily engaged. She was an upholstress.

I knew the servant whose name was Jane. She had been with the family
some months. I often dined at the house; and once or twice when she had
opened the garden-gate (always locked at nightfall), to let me out, I
had kissed her, and tipped her shillings. She was a shortish, fat-bummed
wench. Not long before this time I gave her bum such a hard pinch one
night, that she cried out. A day or two afterwards I said, "Was it
not black and blue?" "I don't know." "Let me see." "It's like your
impertance," she replied.

After that I used to ask her when I got the chance, to let me see if
the finger-marks were there, at which she would blush a little, and turn
away her head, but nothing further had come of the liberty.

When I called at the house I had no intention about the girl, as far as
I can recollect. She opened the door, and heard my errand and questions.
Yes all was right. Did her sister come and sleep there? Yes. Was she
there now? No, she would not be there till nearly dark. I stepped
inside, for then I thought of larking with her. "I am tired, and will
rest a little," and stepped into the parlour, sat down on a sofa, began
questioning her about a lot of trifles, and in doing so thought of the
pinch I had given her bum, and my cock began to tingle. Then I thought
she was alone in the house. "Oh! if she would let me fuck her!--has she
been broached?--she is nice and plump." Curiosity increased my lust, and
unpremeditatingly I began the approaches for the attack, though I only
meant a little amatory chaffing.

"Is it black and blue yet Jenny?" She did not for the instant seem to
recollect, for she asked me innocently enough, "What sir?" "Your bum
where I pinched it." She laughed, checked herself, coloured up, and
said, "Oh! don't begin that nonsense sir." I went on chaffing. "How
I should like to have pinched it under your clothes,--but no I would
sooner kiss it than pinch it." "Oh! if you're a going on like that I'll
go to the kitchen." I stood before the door, and stopped her going out.
"Now give me a kiss." I caught and kissed her, then gave a lot, and got
a return from her. "I won't--Lor there then,--what a one you are,"--and
so on. "Well Jenny one kiss, and you may afterwards kiss whenever you
want you know." And so she seemed to think, for I got her to sit down
on th