had not discovered that she had been fucked before, and that he was
a good husband to her; my other questions she said were disgraceful. I
felt mad to think that another man should put his prick where my fingers
then were, so I asked if she enjoyed it with him, whereupon she burst
into a passionate flood of tears, and it closed with her saying,
"Whether I love him or not, he is a good fellow to me, and if I am found
out and disgraced it will serve me right." Would she meet me again?
"Never, never, I love you still, but never again." It ended in another
fuck.

And so it went on till the time for going. Never in my life up to that
time had desire been so strong in me. When I knew she must go I insisted
on again doing it, but could not come up to the scratch, until with a
sharp frig it stiffened and again it was put up her. What a long hard
poke it was, what a test of my manhood, how proud was I when with a
sharp and sudden pleasure I felt my spunk squirting up her dear quim,
and a spasmodic clutch, a sharp sob and "dear Walter," escaping from her
told me she had spent with me.

She washed, I dressed, swearing I would never wash my prick again till
I saw her. "I have poked you darling, five times," said I in triumph.
It was the first time I think I ever had done so, but am not sure,
and proud enough I felt. We soon relapsed into sadness and tears, and
telling our love to each other, parted at the coach-. stand.

I was mad again for her; had now money, and twice went down to the place
to get a glimpse at her and failed, but saw her husband in the shop. We
stared at each other. I wonder if he felt that I should have liked-to
throttle him, for so I did. I wrote and got no reply. I pumped her
sister, to see if I could learn where she walked or went, and got no
information; indeed soon lost opportunity for suddenly her sister left
us. Her father came to ask my mother to excuse her on account of his
wife's illness, and she never came back. I have but little doubt it was
only to get her away from our house, and that it was Charlotte's doings.
I never saw Charlotte again, though I still may do so; but to this day
I have an affection for her, and although she must be forty, should like
to poke her.

Next year, one day my mother opened a letter, it was from the E------
family; and read aloud little scraps of it to me, and my sisters who
were in the room. "That family is all doing very well," said she; "Mary
who was with us but t