yet I believe she wanted me, as soon as she found
herself alone with me. Her little child witnessed the business.

Just at this time or a little later, an adventure of a serious kind
occurred to me.

The streets leading out of the Waterloo road were then occupied much
by gay women. Some were absolutely full of them; they were mostly of
a class to be had for a few shillings if they could not get more (my
Granby street adventure has been already told). but many a swell I have
noticed lingering about there. My mother now took nearly all my
money for my board, but with the little remaining, I had a knock off
occasionally. It was one of my pleasures to walk up those streets when
dark and talk with the women at the windows, which were always open
whatever the weather, unless some one as within engaged with the ladies.

Each woman had generally but one room, but two or three used to sit
together in the front room in their chemises. There was the bed,
wash-stand, chamberpot and all complete. Perhaps one lolled out of the
window, showing her breasts, and if you gave such a one a shilling,
she would stoop so that you could see right down past her belly to her
knees, and have a glimpse of her cunt-fringe. Sometimes one would pull
up her garter, or another sit down and piddle, or pretend to do so, or
have recourse to other exciting devices when men peeped in.

I used to look in and long. Sometimes had a shilling peep, and then
bashfully asked for a feel of the cunt for it. I so often succeeded,
that ever since then I wanted that amusement, have offered a shilling
for a feel, and met with but few refusals in any part of London.
Sometimes it ended in a fuck. Once or twice to my astonishment they
took mere trifles, and as I think of it, there is wonderfully little
difference between the woman you have for five shillings, and the one
you pay five pounds, excepting in the silk, linen, and manners.

One night I saw a woman with very fat breasts looking out of the window
(I was then fond of stout women); and after talking a minute, asked her
if she would let me feel her cunt for a shilling. "Yes," said she. In I
went, down she shut the window, and in another minute I was groping her.
She did not let me feel her long. I had not felt such a bum since Mary's
(already told of), and it so wetted my appetite, that I struck a bargain
for a fuck. She was soon stripped, and all I now recollect about her is,
that her cunt was large and covered