sleep well enough. I went to my room
excited by the continual trying it on with Susan; Mrs. ------ had given
her a glass of brandy and water, "to keep the cold out," as she said,
and she went to her room. I listened, heard her moving about longer than
I expected. I had come up some minutes before to deceive all, and was
shivering in my night-shirt. I thought how unfair it was to her sister
who was in the family way by me, of the risk I ran with my mother in
the house; but a standing prick stifles all conscience. I crossed the
landing, opened her door, shut it rapidly, and there I was in the room
with her, both of us in our night-dresses. She was doing up her hair as
I entered, she wore a night-cap.

"I won't let you come in here." "Hush! mother will hear you," said I.
Her voice dropped to a whining, "Pray go, I shall loose my character,
if any one supposes anything of this; it's very hard on me." Such was my
state, that I believe if my mother had come in just then, I should have
tried Susan. My reply was to strip my night-gown right off and stand
naked; then I caught her in my arms and forced her into a sitting
posture on the bed-side, sitting myself down beside her. "Let me
do it,--let us fuck, I have felt your cunt,--seen it;--look at my
prick,--let me put it in,--let me do it,--you did nearly once,--let me
now." "For God's sake go." "I won't." "Oh! don't,--oh I go,--if Misses
should hear us, what will become of me." "Don't make a noise then, or
she will." "Well go, there is a dear,--not now,--perhaps some other day
I will." She was defenceless, I hitched up her nightgown, saw a pair of
nice white thighs. "You shant,--you shant," she cried in a louder tone,
pushing down her night-gown. I gave it a violent tug, and pulled it up
to her belly, saw thighs, navel, and dark brown hair between her thighs,
that I had looked at in glimpses through the key-hole. There was my
thigh close to hers, my stiff prick within a few inches of her cunt;
considering all she had gone through that day with me, it was a position
which would have upset the frigidity of an angel, had she not frigged
away some of her passion in the interim.

But her passions were conquering on my behalf, for she was a woman who
had known love's pleasures; her voice was quiet as she said, "Oh! pray
don't, oh I pray now." I pulled her back and slid my naked limbs between
her thighs, then in a moment I was on her, but in an uncomfortable
position; two of our legs