--it's a shame,--oho!
--oho! I don't believe you though,--oho--o--o." And when I told her
again the colour and the make of her garters, she nearly howled. "You
mean man to do such a thing when I was ill."

I kissed her, she let me, but went on blubbering. "I've a good mind to
tell my young man." "That will be foolish, because you and I mean to
have more pleasure than we have had,--and he'll never be any the wiser
but if you tell him, he'll think it's your fault."

This had occupied some hours, it was getting dark, but it seemed only as
if I had been there some minutes, so deliriously exciting are lascivious
acts and words. The charm of talking baudily to a woman for the first
time, is such, that hours fly away just like minutes.

I got her on to my lap and kissed her. She was so feeble that I put my
hands up her clothes nearly to her knees before she repulsed them. Then
I feared her sister coming home; she promised to hide the brandy, and we
parted. She kissed me, and let me feel to her knees to induce me to go.
"Oh! for God's sake sir, do go before my sister comes." My last words
were. "Mind you've felt my cock, and I've felt your cunt." "Pray
go"--and I departed, leaving her tearful, excited, and in a state of
exhaustion which seemed to me unaccountable.

Probably had I persisted a little longer I should have had her, such
was the lassitude into which she had fallen; but I felt that I had made
progress, and went home rejoicing, and forming plans for the future.
When I had had some food, and thought over the matter, I came to the
conclusion that I had been a fool in leaving her, and that had I pushed
matters more determinate at the last moment, I should have certainly
fucked her before I had left. I was mad with myself when I reflected on
that, and the opportunity lost, which might not occur again.

Jenny had not fainted quite, but though unable to speak, resist, or
indeed move, she must have been partially conscious. I think this from
what I know of her nature afterwards.

CHAPTER XVII.

When are women most lewd.--Garters, money, and promises.--
About my servant.--The neckerchief.--Armpits felt.--Warm
hints.--Lewd suggestions.--Baudy language.--Tickling.--
"Fanny Hill".--Garters tried.--Red fingers.--Struggle, and
escape.--Locked out.--I leave.--Baudy predictions, and
verifications.

I have a confused recollection of thinking myself the next day an ass,
for having missed a