me, he don't like mother,
or he'll only come in the evening."

On Sunday I rode to the town, passing Pender on the road in her Sunday
finery, went to a lane where was an ale-house and bakery below, a baudy
house above, and took a room (Fred told me of the place years before).
Pender went to her mother's, and so soon as people were in church came
to the appointed corner. I kept well ahead of her, entered the house,
and after hesitating at the door in she came after me.

"How could you be such a fool as to walk about outside like that?" said
I angrily, for I had feared she would not enter. "I was frightened,"
she replied, "and oh! I must get back to mother's by dinner-time at one,
when the Publics and the bake-houses open."

It was a delicious day, and beats in my recollection many others of
fevered enjoyment. Little by little I stropped a tall, fine, stout,
healthy, country woman, a regular spanker; with white flesh, firm, soft
satiny and smelling like new milk. She was bashful without affection,
ashamed to expose her charms, yet proud to do so to me. She was clad in
snow-white coarse linen, neat and clean from her boots to her head.
What enjoyment we had! how we spent! I fucked her three times before
the dinner-hour, my prick or my finger was in her cunt for an hour and a
half.

At half-past twelve off she went; in less than two hours back she came.
She had said that a friend of hers was ill, and she had promised to sit
with her (a woman cocking is never at loss for a lie). It was raining.
The umbrella helped to hide her, but she was nervous about being seen. I
had dinner at the house, the woman cooked well; the keepers were really
small traders who did not mind their rooms being used for love-making,
and had none of the dirty tricks of a London baudy house keeper. He
fetched me a bottle of good sherry.

I got as lewd as could be, and to her astonishment turned her face
against the bed, threw up her clothes and had her with my belly
against her rump. I shall never forget the comicality of that fuck,
her protesting against it, and her wonderment at such an attitude. The
novelty upset her.

I don't recollect much more what I did, but it was an afternoon of baudy
teaching on my part, of confidences on hers; it was the first time we
had a chat together on general matters. Speaking of her husband she
said, "Why you have done it as much almost as he has done since we have
been married." "What in a year?" "Yes, we were