When it became known that Molly Brown was de-livered of a child, my aunt remarked (Fred told me) that she was not married a bit too soon. I nodded, “Good morning mother, come and help us a bit”, and out stood my cock in front of her. She had never been tailed in that attitude before I am sure. I felt as if I could fuck all day. Rainy weather set in, Nelly and Sophy were avail-able but al-fresco, copulation impossible, and the long tramp or ride to ***, to the baudy house not to my taste. She had a child, and every one thought it was Giles’ begetting. • Molly in London. She would be ruined. “No one can come my darling, all are out but cook, and if she misses you she will think you have ran down to your mothers.” But she strug- gled on, begged, implored, she would meet me; she would do anything if I would desist then, she was poorly and could not. my love,-ah !—ah. With my cock dripping as I pulled it out, I ran up to my room.
