ucceed, having
known others who would go a long way, but stop short at fucking. If she
resisted and there was a row, I should be obliged to leave my aunt's.
All this ran through my mind whilst sitting on the water-closet.
Water-closets had not long been known, they were quite proud of having
them in my aunt's house.

My cock rose up, as the girl's neat thin legs came before my eyes. Cock
stiffer I went towards my bedroom, passed her door, heard her moving
inside, and that settled me. Going to my room I put in the candle, and
in my dressing-gown went softly back, turned the handle, and pushed her
door. It opened, and a sight met my astonished eyes.

She was lying on the bed, leaning on her elbow, in her chemise which
was just above her knees, her legs partly up and open, her back turned
partially from me as I entered. By the bed-side stood page Robert with
his breeches opened, she was frigging, or feeling his great cock as
she lay; the page's hand was between her knees, either on her cunt, or
trying to get at it. They were in the enjoyment of mutual investigation.
Whether it was going further I can't say. I believe she was frigging
him, although she always denied that afterwards.

I had fairly entered the room before they (so engrossed were they
with their pleasures) saw me; when with a shriek of, "Oh! my God I am
ruined!--go (turning to the page), go out sir, or I will scream (to
me), what's he here for?--what do you here sir?" Without a word the page
turned and bolted, pulling up his trowsers which fell down to his
arse as he shuffled out of the room. She turned on one side without
attempting to hide her legs, or breast, and hid her face crying, "Oh!
what shall I do?--what shall I do?--go sir go,--I don't know what he did
here," and other excited, incoherent phrases.

I do not recollect saying a word, but bolted the door by which the page
had gone out, then that by which I had entered; the bolts of that had
been shot, only they had not quite closed the door before locking. "Be
quiet, don't be a fool, I'll fuck you,--let's be comfortable," said I.

She refused. "Robert has fucked you." "No he ain't." "You were frigging
him." "No I wasn't,--oh! I don't know what you mean, or what you are
saying." In her fear, and agitation she had been betrayed into answering
my assertions. "Oh! dear,--oh! dear!--but you won't tell, will you
sir?--it will be worse for you if you do," said she with a sort of
threat, and altering her