h use of her house in that way, wealthy people going to town
for their frolics,--town only being an hour's journey--and no gay women
being in the village that I know of.

At this house, I spent Charlotte's third holiday with her, in a
comfortable bed-room. We stopped from eleven in the morning, till nine
at night, having mutton chops and ale, and being as jolly as we
could be. We did nothing the whole day long, but look at each other's
privates, kiss, fuck and sleep outside the bed. It was there she
expressed curiosity about male emissions. I told her how the sperm
spurted out, then discussing women's, she told me of the pleasure I
had given her when fingering her in the manner described already; we
completed our explanations by my frigging myself to show her, and then
my doing the same to her with my finger. I bungled at that, and think I
hear her now saying, "No, just where you were is nicest." "Does it give
you pleasure?" "Oh yes, but I don't like it that way, oh!--oh!--I am
doing it--oh!" I had no money that day, Charlotte had her wages, and
paid for everything, giving me her money to do so.

One day we laughed at having nearly been caught fucking in the privy.
"She must have a big bum, must Mary," said I, "to sit on that little
seat at the privy." Said Charlotte, "She is a big woman, twice as big
as me, her bottom would cover the whole seat." This set us talking about
the cook, and as what I then heard affected me much at a future day, I
will tell all Charlotte said as nearly as I can recollect.

"Of course I have seen her naked bit by bit--when two women are together
they can't help it, why should they mind--if you sit down to pee, you
show your legs, and if you put on your stockings you show your thighs,
then we both wash down to our waists, and if you slip off your chemise
or night-gown you show yourself all over. Mary's beautiful from head to
foot, one morning in the summer, we sleeping in the same bed, were
very hot. I got out to pee, we had kicked all the clothes off, Mary was
laying on her back with night-clothes above her waist fast asleep,
I could not help looking at her thighs, which were so large and
white--white as snow." "Had she much hair on her cunt?" said I. "What's
that to you?" said she laughing, but went on: "Oh! twice as much as I
have, and of a light brown." "I suppose her cunt is bigger than yours?"
said I reflectively. "Well, perhaps it is," said Charlotte, "she is a
much bigger woman than