"Fanny Hill" sent to Jenny. My next visit. Thunder, lightning, sherry, and lust A chase round a table. The money taken. Tickling and micturating. A search for "Fanny Hill". A chase upstairs. In the bed-room. Thunder, funk, and lewdness. Intimidation and coaxing. Over and under. A rapid spender. Virginity doubtful. Fears, tears, and fucking.
I waited a few days to ensure her poorliness being over. I had not left her Fanny Hill, but why I cannot tell, for I knew how baudy books excited a woman. The night before my next attack, I wrapped up the book, directed it to her, gave a boy sixpence to deliver it, hid myself by a lilac which was in the front-garden close to the road, and saw the boy give it to her, and go off quickly as I had told him. It was just dark, and too dark inside the passage of the house to see; for Jenny stepped outside the house so as to get light, and stripped off the envelope.
At B**I*n. • A meet in a street. • A mysterious lady. • A long walk. • The carpet hung out. • "You are Englishman." • My reward. • To Scotland. • The G***c*w dye-works. • The bare legged fore-woman. • In search of a brothel. • My noble spout. • White flesh and red hair. • Private instructions in dyeing. • A horse collar cunt. • Unusual continence. • At D**d*e. • A mill-hand with naked feet. • "By the sodjers' barracks." • The old mon's hut. • Janet in bed, simple and indecent. • "The sodgers' Whures." • Sister Ruth in the fog. • A convenient wall. • An uprighter.
My friend went back the way he came, and I went on to B**I*n, intending to stop a few days only there — and met with a funny little adventure, on the next day but one after my arrival.
Straightened circumstances. Promiscuous whorings. The garden privies. Our neighbour's daughters. Effects of a hard turd. Masturbation. Bum-trumpeting. Seeing and hearing too much. A pock-marked strumpet. A neighbour's servant. Don't wet inside. On the road home. Cheap amusements. Bargains. Watching brothels. Cunt in the open. Clapped again. French letters, and effects. Income improved. Piddle in the bye-streets. An uprighter. My pencil-case. A female bilker. A savage frig. A silk dress soiled.
I felt such a void, that I came to the conclusion that I had fondly loved Mary, and missed greatly her kind, sympathetic association. For a long time I could think of nothing but her, even when I fucked other women, and got so miserable about her, that I rushed into indiscriminate cheap whoring again. I had still not money for the best class of women, and did not like baudy houses; but there was no help for it, and so whoring I went, and largely in the Strand, for at that time in E. .t . r and C . t ....