not kiss ladies in that
way, you are too big." I sat Miss Granger on my lap in fun (my mother
then in the room), and romped with her. Mother left us in the room, and
then seating Miss Granger on my lap again, I pulled her closely to me.
"Kiss me, she's gone," I said. "Oh! what a boy," and she kissed me,
saying, "let me go now--your mamma is coming." It came into my mind that
I had had my hand up her clothes, and had felt hair between her legs.
My prick stiffening in thinking of a women. I clutched her hard, put
one hand on to her and did something I know not what. She said: "You are
rude, Wattie." Then I pinched her and said: "Oh! what a big bosom you
have." "Hish! hish!" said she. She was a tallish woman with brown hair;
I have heard my mother say she was about thirty years of age.

A memorable episode then occured. There were two sisters, with other
female servants, in our house. My father was abroad at that time; I was
growing so rapidly, that every month they could see a difference in my
height, but was very weak. My godfather used to look at me, and severely
ask if I was up to tricks with the boys. I guessed then what he meant,
but always said I did not know what he meant. "Yes, you do; yes, you
do," he would say, staring hard at me, "you take care, or you'll die in
a mad-house, if you do, and I shall know by your face, not a farthing
more will I give you." He had been a surgeon-major in the Army, and gave
me much pocket-money. I could not bear his looking at me so; he would
ask me why I turned down my eyes.

About this time, I had had a fever, had not been to school for a long
time, and used to lie on the sofa reading novels all day. Miss Granger
had come to stop with my mother. One day I put my hand up her clothes,
nearly to her knees; that offended her, and she left off kissing me.
One of my little sisters slept with her, in a room adjoining my mother's
room; I slept now on the servants floor, at the top of the house. Again
I recollect my cock standing when near Miss Granger, but recollect
nothing else.

I was then ordered by my mother to cease speaking to the servants,
excepting when I wanted anything, though I am sure my mother never
suspected my kissing one. I obeyed her hypocritically, and was even at
times reprimanded for speaking to them, in too imperious a tone. She
told me to speak to servants respectfully. For all that I was after
them, my curiosity was unsatiable, I know the time each went up to
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