of a bright
vermillion tint looking as if they must burst away from the hands which
held them. Suddenly one cried "f-fi-fir-first," as some drops of gruelly
fluid flew across the room, and the frigger sunk back in the chair. At
the same instant almost the other jets spurted, and all five men were
directly sitting down, some with eyes closed, others with eyes wide
open, all quiet and palpitating, gently frigging, squeezing, and
tittillating their pricks until pleasure had ceased.

Afterwards we were quiet, then came more grog, more allusion to the legs
of women, their cunts and pleasures, more baudiness, more showing of
pricks and ballocks, another sweep-stakes, another frigging match, and
then we separated.

I do not think that excepting to Henry, that baudy evening ever was
referred to by me.

I got up I recollect next day ashamed of myself, and felt worse, when he
remarked, "What beasts we made ourselves last night." What changes since
then. Two of the five found graves in the Crimea, the third is dead
also; Henry and I alone alive. He with a big family, with sons nearly as
old as he was at the time of the frigging matches. I wonder if he ever
thinks of them, wonder if he ever has told his wife.

I spent much time now in this leg inspection and frigging myself, till
I could scarcely get semen out of me. I hated myself for it, yet went on
doing it, when luckily I lost the exciting sights. Some women happened
to look down and saw us. A man without a hat came several times and
looked down the gratings. Henry's father came to the manufactory, as
he often did, went into the stores, asked who had opened the area-door,
locked it up, had a new lock put on, and forbad anyone to go into the
stores excepting to get out the guns, and so we lost our game. We never
asked a question, nor made a remark on the matter; and came to the
conclusion, that some one had complained to the linendraper that persons
were looking up the women's legs, and that he had written to Henry's
father on the matter.

I went home used up, and in a state of indescribable disgust with
myself, entirely ceased masturbation, and in a month went again to visit
my friend,--he had found out another grating.

The back of the manufactory as said was in a _cul-de-sac_. There were
but the manufactory and stables in it. The workmen entered that side.
There were gratings, and coal-vaults beneath the street similar to those
beneath the linendraper's shop. Workmen's