r cunt, shiver, and discharge quite copiously, to
be followed with a second pleasure and discharge when I spent. I only
reflected on Mrs. Smith's peculiarity some years afterwards.

In about a week I had her again at her cottage. Then she said if I came
any more she would have trouble, for neighbors had already remarked a
gentlemen at the house. I disregarded this, went and knocked. She opened
the door cautiously with the chain up, and seeing me, shut it in my
face. I was then about going to my own home, and feared I should not
have her again, but found out that the husband spent his evenings at a
tavern (I had a strange pleasure in looking at him after I had had his
wife), that he was to be at some workman's carousal, watched him to the
public-house, then ran to his cottage, gave a single loud knock at the
door, which was this time opened unsuspiciously, and in I pushed before
she could scarcely see who it was.

I had difficulty in persuading her to let me, she was more timid than
ever, but promised that I would never come again.

Then she got on to the bed. The crisis was just over when we heard a
knock. With a shriek she pushed me off and got up. "He will murder me,
he will murder me," said she. I stood blank with bewilderment, relieved
by another knock and a voice crying "beer." She fell on the floor
fainting, and so alarmed me, that I nearly called in the neighbours. I
put a pillow under her head. I don't know what induced me, for not three
minutes before I was frightened out of my life, but as she laid there
close by the fire (at the knock we had rushed into the kitchen), I
pulled up her clothes. The flickering of the fire showed her thighs
and cunt in a strange light to me. As I pulled her legs asunder, I felt
ashamed, but lust was strong. I looked at the cunt, the novelty of an
insensible woman on the floor excited me, the next instant in spite of
her, for she recovered just as I laid on her, my prick was up her, and
my knuckles on the hard bit of dingy carpet, and as I grasped her bum,
it seemed that my poke was most delicious. So much for novelty and
imagination. I left immediately afterwards.

Then I went home to my mother. In about three weeks, went to see Henry,
again as I said, but really to get to Mrs. Smith, and found her husband
had been discharged. I went off to the cottage, it was empty. They had
gone no one knew where, and he had half murdered his wife. I wondered if
it had been about me. Then my