ke a sign; when she
thought it safe, there she would go, I into the garden, to where I could
see into the passage by the side of the garden stairs. If I saw her,
or heard "ahem," down I went into the privy, and was up her cunt in a
second, standing against the wall, and shoving to get our spent over, as
if my life depended on it; this was uncomfortable, but it had its charm.
We left off doing it in the privy, being nearly caught one day there.

We thought cook was upstairs mother was out, I was fucking her, when the
cook knocked saying, "make haste Charlotte, I want to come." We had just
spent, she was so frightened I thought she was fainting, but she
managed to say "I cannot." "Do," said cook, "I am ill." "So am I," said
Charlotte. Said cook, "I can sit on the little seat." "Go to misses's
closet, she's out." Off cook went, out we came, and never fucked in that
place again; one day I did her on the kitchen table, and several times
on the dining-room table.

We in fact did it everywhere else, and often enough for my health, for I
was young, weak and growing, and it was the same with her. The risks we
ran were awful, but we loved each other with all our souls. Both young,
both new at the work, both liking it, it was rarely we got more than
just time to get our fucking over, and clothes arranged before we had to
separate, for her to get to her duties. Many times I have seen her about
the house, cunt full and with the heightened colour, and brilliant
eyes, of a woman who had just been satisfied. I used to feel pleasure
in knowing she was bringing in the dinner, or tea, with my spunk in her
cunt; not having had the opportunity to wash, or piddle it out.

When she had another holiday, we went to the baudy house, and stayed so
long in it, that we had a scare; just asleep, we heard a knocking at the
door. My first idea was that my mother had found me out, and although I
ruled her in one way, I way in great subjection to her, from not having
any money. She thought her father was after her. What a relief it was
to hear a voice say: "Shall you be long sir, we want the room." I was
having too much accommodation for my money. That night we walked home,
for I had no money for a coach, and barely enough to get us a glass
of beer and a biscuit; we were famished and fucked out, my mother had
refused to give me money, and another aunt whom I had asked, said I was
asking too often, and refused also.

Although we went to this baudy hou