out, our day's pleasure over, we rose and took a
hackney coach towards home, I went in first, she a quarter of an hour
afterwards, and everything passed off as I could have wished.

From that day lust seized us both; we laid our plans to have each other
frequently, but it was difficult: my mother was mostly at home, the
cook nearly always at home if mother was out; but quite twice a week we
managed to copulate, and sometimes oftener. We arranged signals. If when
she opened the door, she gave a shake of the head, I knew mother was
in; if she smiled and pointed down with her fingers, mother was out,
but cook downstairs; if it pointed up, cook was upstairs; in the latter
case, to go into the garden parlour and fuck, all this was done off
hand. If cook was known to be going out, Charlotte told me beforehand,
and if mother was to be out, I got home, letting college and tutors
go to the devil. Then there was lip kissing, cunt kissing, feeling and
looking, tickling and rubbing each others articles, all the preliminary
delights of copulation, and but one danger in the way: my little brother
could talk in a broken way, we used to give him some favorite toy, and
put him on the floor, whilst we indulged voluptuously. On the sofa one
day, I had just spent in her, when I felt a little hand tickling between
our bellies, and Tommy who had tottered up to us said, "Don'ty hurt
Lotty, der's a good Wattie." We settled that Tom was too young to notice
or recollect, what he saw, but I now think differently.

Winter was coming on, she used to be sent to a circulating library
to fetch books, the shop was some distance off, a few houses, long
garden-walls and hedges were on the road. I used to keep out, or go
out just before she went, and we fucked up against the walls. I took
to going to church in the evening also, to the intense delight of my
mother, but it was to fuck on the road home. One day hot in lust, we
fucked standing on the lobby near my bed-room, my mother being in the
room below, the cook in the kitchen. We got bold, reckless, and whenever
we met alone, if only for an instant, we felt each others genitals.

At last we found the servant's privy one of the best places. I have
described its situation near to a flight of steps, at the end of a
covered passage, which could be seen from one point only in the garden;
down there, anyone standing was out of sight. If all was clear I used
to ring the parlour bell, ask for something, and ma