not a boy," said I in anger; "I have had many women, I
know all about a woman's pleasure, I know where your thing is; I know
why you tuck your hand outside your clothes after you have piddled."
Then she pushed me out of the kitchen, but I thought she smiled.

Our family habits were much as they had been, but the weather getting
finer, mother often took both Tom and the housemaid with her out for a
walk; but not until the cook had dressed herself after our early dinner.
Unless she took the housemaid out, I was worse off than ever. Yet my
chances came.

Cook one day was alone in the kitchen darning a stocking; it was
cold--the beginning of March--her feet were on the old fashioned iron
fender, I sat myself down on the fender, and we talked, I laid my hand
on her lap, and tried quietly without letting her know it, to feel where
she gartered. I felt the knot distinctly above her knee, thought how
near it was to the cunt I was burning to feel, then put my hand up her
clothes, and felt her naked leg under the knee.

She told me to leave off, my prick was standing, "Have you not jolly big
white thighs, I have heard of them," said I. "Heard?" said she. "Yes,
and a good lot of hair between them." "Who, to look at you would believe
you were such a liar, such a young monkey; get out of the kitchen." She
arose, drew some water, took it in one hand, some clean clothes in the
other, and went upstairs, taking no further notice of me. I followed her
a few steps up, then pushed my hands up her clothes on to her thighs,
just beneath her backslide; round she swung facing me, and sat down on
the stairs; in swinging round my hand came just into contact with the
hair of her cunt; then with a push she sent me downstairs tumbling. As I
got up she said quite quietly, "It's your fault if you are hurt; if you
follow me, I will push you down again," "I am stronger than you." I
sung out,. "I don't care, so long as I can feel you." "If I was not
so comfortable here in many ways, I would leave to-morrow," said she,
continuing to go upstairs, and thinking she had settled me; but I
followed, tried again, and she threw the whole jug of water over me.
"Now tell your mamma," said she, "and I'll surprise her, she don't know
her son," and again she pushed me down. That did not stop my tongue, for
I had now got angry and reckless, sang out my wants, bawling out about
her cunt, and said, "Did you ever sit on the little privy seat Mary,
tell me." She went up