nother word. I had
not before said a baudy word to her.

Having got the word fuck out, I was game for anything, rattled on
baudily; at last after a long silence, something I said made her laugh.
I began kissing her, at length she returned it, and next instant I
thrust her up against a wall, pushed my hand up her clothes, and my
fingers on to her slit, which was as wet as a slop-pail. She cried, "Oh!
you vagabond," got my hand away, took to her Heels, and ran off. I after
her, till we both stopped breathless.

I tried again, her resistance grew feebler, she was silent, I had her
against a wall, one hand holding her cunt, with the other I was guiding
my prick to it, it was sliding in, in an instant it would have been
up her, when putting down both hands she pushed it away saying, "Oh!
gracious God, what am I about again," ran off, and never stopped until
she had rang our house-bell.

I went back to the fair and later on met outside it a very short girl,
who seemed too respectable to be by herself and had her veil down. I
spoke with her, found she was going my way, and walked with her. She
knew my name, and where I lived. Two nights scrambling had not got me
a poke, that I suppose made me bold enough to make advances to this
modest, quiet girl; I stole a kiss, then another, then a hug, then a
feel, and finally with scarcely any hindrance fucked her. We walked and
talked when it was over, she would not tell me her name or address, nor
give me a glimpse of her face; I fucked her again up against our own
garden-wall, insisted on knowing where she lived, said I would walk till
I saw, and did walk with her for about an hour. She said, "If you walk
about all night you shall never know where I live, but you may do it
again if you like, or I will meet you to-morrow, but I dare not let you
see where I go." I feared I could not poke again, so stopped to piss.
She modestly walked on a little; I frigged my prick until the steam was
up, then in her well moistened cunt consummated, and parted, promising
to meet her the next night.

I looked at Sarah and Susan the next morning, took opportunity of
reminding each of them that I had felt their cunts, bragged to each,
that a young lady who lived close by had let me do it to her. The next
night came, the unknown girl did not keep her appointment, and the
following morning found I had the clap. I never saw or heard of her
again, nor know who the young lady who gave it to me. She was not a