when he
asked me to marry him, I said yes. I didn't think about his not doing it
to me much, till a woman asked me how I liked it, and how often he did
it; but I told her he did it a lot. Then I talked, and found men did it
often to their wives, and he does not do it to me once in three weeks.
So I fretted." "What do you do?" said I. She laughed, I gave her
clitoris a rub. "That's what you do?" "Yes," said she. "Do you often
want fucking?" "Every day," said Mrs. Pender frankly and openly. "Did
you want it the day I had you by the hay-stack?" "I just did." Then she
added that her husband knew she frigged herself, and usually said to her
when she intimated that she should like him up her, "Oh! do it yourself,
if your cunt's so hot, I'm tired."

She had married a man much more than double her own age, who poked her
once in three weeks; this healthy, well-fed woman of twenty-three who
wanted a nightly roger, and could have spent half-a-dozen times daily
with ease. She now had got me, liked me, was ready to do anything with
me or for me as I found out, and was sorry for it.

At six o'clock she was obliged to leave. We were both fucked out, and
parted regretting that a month must pass before she could venture to
go to her mother's again. I had left her enough to think about, for I
fucked her in several attitudes. It gave me pleasure to teach her.

Next day Molly ran in my head, so I fished about to hook her. She had
seemed to me so young, that I had taken but little notice of her; liking
the fat-cunted, biggish-arsed females best. Now I noticed her being so
plump and fresh, and wondered I had never noticed her previously. When
I met her, I looked in her face thinking, "Innocent as you look, your
cunt's been wetted by a man." I longed for her, but she was nearly
always in the farm-yard, either with her mother or Pender, when not
assisting up at the Hall; but when a man hunts a woman he is sure to get
a chance, as will be seen I did.

Just after I had Pender on the Sunday, an annoying thing occurred to me.
Whiteteeth worked in all parts of the parish, and she just now came to
do something on my aunt's grounds,--weeding I think. Catching her one
day alone I took some liberty. She resisted sullenly, looked up, and
nodding her head said, "You gave me a bad illness." "What!" said I.
"Did you not?" said she. I swore I had not; did she think me such a
blackguard?--would she see my prick? "Then my damned old man's given it
me, an