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My Secret LifeNot a bit was it like the experienced manipulation of a harlot. I questioned her, and she answered straight, I felt sure, tho no doubt suppressing many things. — “You've been fucked.” — “Why, in course, you knows that.” — “How did I?” — “You knows it.” — “How many men have fucked you?” — “Only one.” — “That's a fib.” — “It's true, so help me God. — You's the only other chap. — Why I ain't had it two months, and lives at home at * * * *. I ran away once with him, the night I was done — but they got me back. — So help me God it's true. — Yes I lets him when he gets the chance, but they says he's taking on with another gal. — I'll serve her out if I gets hold on her.” — Then my prick being stiff and her cunt ready with our handlings again, they joined. — Then our sexual ecstasies over — and didn't she enjoy the fuck? — I had a cab got and put her into it with two sovereigns in her hand. — She'd never in her life had a sovereign before of her own, she said. — Many a girl has had her first bit of gold from me, has found out the ready money-value of her cunt. “No, it's no good your awritin' me and I reads badly, and praps they'll get hold on it, tho they can't read.” But she agreed to meet me again and I wrote down time and place. — “I'll put on a bonnet next time, but I can't put on my best things, they'll want to know why and I'd like to come earlier.” So it all came about, I met her that day week and she was cleaner, had better boots and white stockings ...» |
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