aunt. Off aunt went. "Isn't it a wopper," said Fred, "lay still, more of
them will come."

Two or three did, one said, "you watch if anyone is coming," squatted
and piddled, we could not see her cunt, but only part of her legs, and
the piddle splashing in front of her. Then came the second, she had her
arse towards us, sat so low, that we could not even see the tips of her
buttocks. Fred thought it a pity they did not stand half up like his
mother. On other occasions, we went to the same place, but though I
recollect seeing some females' legs, don't recollect seeing any more.
Nevertheless the sights were very delightful to us, and we used to
discuss his mother's "wopper" and the hair, and the look of the gash,
but I thought there must be some mistake, for it was not the idea I had
formed of a cunt.

Fred soon after stopped with us in town, we had been forbidden to go
out together, without permission, but we did, and met a boy bigger than
either of us, who was going to bathe. "Come and see them bathing," he
said. My father had refused to take me to the public baths. Disregarding
this, Fred and I paid our six pence each, and in we went with our
friend; we did not bathe, but amused ourselves with seeing others, and
the pricks of the men. None, as far as I can recollect, wore drawers in
those days, they used to walk about hiding their prides generally, with
their hands, but not always. I was astonished at the size of some of
them, and at the dark hair about them, and on other parts of their
bodies. I wondered also at seeing one or two, with the red tip showing
fully, so different from mine. All this was much talked over by us
afterwards, it was to me an insight into the male make and form. Fred
told me, he had often seen men's pricks in their fields, and in those
days, living in the country as he did, I dare say it was true, but I
don't recollect ever having seen the pricks of full grown men, or a
naked man before in my life.

It must have been in the summer of that same year, that I went after
this to spend some days at my aunt's at H...ds...e..., Fred's mother.
We slept in the some room, and sometimes got up quite at daybreak to
go fishing. One morning Fred had left something, in one of his sisters'
rooms and went to fetch it, though forbidden to go into the girls'
bedrooms. The room in question was opposite to ours. He was only partly
dressed, and came back in a second, his face grinning. "Oh! come Wat,
come softly,