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Chapter 11 - 11

My physique could not then have been strong, nor my sexual organs in

finished condition, because I am sure that up to that time, I had

not had a spend; perhaps my growing fast and the fever, may have had

something to do with it. My father came home broken hearted I have

heard, and ill. Soon after we only kept two female servants, a man

outside the house, and a gardener. Father was ordered to the sea-side,

my mother went with him, taking the children and one servant (all went

by coach then). One of father's sisters, my aunt, a widow, came to take

charge of our new house, and brought her daughter, a fair, slim girl,

about 16 years old.

 

I remained at home, so as to go to school; the servant left in the house

was a pleasant, plump young woman, dark haired, and was always laughing;

she was to do all the work. My godfather who lived a mile or two away

from us, and whose maiden sister kept house for him, was to see me

frequently, and did so till I was sick of him. Every half-holiday,

he made me spend with him in walking, and riding; he insisted on my

boating, cricketting and keeping at athletic games, when not at my

studies. The old doctor I expect guessed my temperament, and thought by

thoroughly occupying, and fatiguing me, to prevent erotic thoughts. He

wanted me to stay at his house, but I refused, and it being a longer way

from my school, it was not persisted in.

 

My aunt slept in my parents bed-room, my cousin in the next room. I was

taken down, during my parents' absence, from the upper floor, to sleep

on the same floor as my aunt. They had not been in the house a week

before I had heard my cousin piddle, and stood listening outside her

bed-room door, night after night, in my bed-gown, trying to get a

glimpse of her charms through the key-hole, but was not successful.

 

I made up to the servant, beginning when she was kneeling, by putting

myself on her back. It made her laugh, she gave her back a buck up, and

threw me over; then I kissed her, and she kissed me. She and my aunt

quarrelled, my aunt was very poor and proud, and wanted a hot dinner at

seven o'clock, I my dinner in the middle of the day. The servant said

she could not do it all. The girl said quietly to me, "I'll cook for you,

don't you go without, let her do without anything hot at night." She did

not like her. My aunt said she was saucy and would write to my mother

and complain that she wasted her time with the gardener. Godfather then

renewed his offer for me to stay with him, but I would not, for I was

getting on very comfortably with the servant in kissing, and things

settled themselves somehow. I learnt the ways of my aunt, and tried to

get home when she was out, so as to be alone with the servant; but

to escape both aunt and godfather was difficult. I did so at times by

saying I was going out with the boys somewhere, on my half-holidays, or

something of the sort, but was rarely successful.

 

The servant went to her bed-room, one afternoon; with palpitating

heart I followed her, and pushed her on to the bed. She was a cheeky,

chaffing, woman, and I guess knew better than I did, what I was about. I

recollect her falling back on to the bed, and showing to her knees. "Oh

I what legs!" said I, "Nothing to be ashamed of," said she. Whatever my

wishes or intentions might have been, I went no further. My relations

were of course cut.

 

Another day we romped, and pelted each other with the pillows from her

bed, she stood on the landing, I half way down the stairs, and kept when

I could, my head just level with the top of the landing on which she

was, so that as she whisked backwards and forwards, picking up the

pillows to heave at me, I saw up to her knees. She knew what she was

about, though I thought myself very cunning to manage to get such

glimpses. On the landing I grappled with her for a pillow, and we rolled

on the floor. I got my hand up her clothes, to her thighs, and felt the

hair. "That's your thing," said I with a burst of courage. "Oh! oh!" she

laughed, "what did you say?" "Your thing!" "My thing! what's that?" "The

hole at the bottom of your belly," said I, ashamed at what I uttered.

"What do you mean? who told you that? I've no hole." It is strange but

a fact, that I had no courage to say any more, but left off playing, and

went down stairs.

 

On occasions afterwards, I played more roughly with her, and felt her

thighs; but fear prevented me from going further up. She gave me lots of

opportunities, which my timidity, prevented me from availing myself of.

One day she said: "you are not game for much, although you are so big,"

and then kissed me long and furiously, but I never saw her wants, nor my

chances that I know of, though I see now plainly enough, that boy as I

was, she wanted me to mount her.

 

About that time,--how I got it, I know not,--I had a book describing the

diseases caused by sacrificing to Venus. The illustrations in the book,

of faces covered with scabs, blotches, and eruptions, took such hold

of my mind, that for twenty years afterwards, the fear was not quite

eradicated. I showed them to some friends, and we all got scared. I had

no definite idea of what syphilis, and gonorrhea were, but that both

were something awful, we all made up our minds. My godfather also used

to hint now to me about ailments men got, by acquaintance with loose,

bad, women; perhaps he put the book in my way. Frigging also was treated

of, and the terrible accounts of people dying through it, and being

put into straight waistcoats, etc., I have no doubt was useful to me.

Several of us boys were days in finding out what the book meant, by

masturbation, ononism, or whatever, the language may have been. We used

dictionaries and other books to help us, and at last one of the biggest

boys explained the meaning to us.

 

One evening my aunt being out (it was not I think any plan on my part),

I had something to eat, and then went into the kitchen, where the

servant was sitting at needle-work by candle-light. I talked, kissed,

coaxed her, began to pull up her clothes, and it ended in her running

round the kitchen, and my chasing her; both laughing, stopping at

intervals, to hear if my aunt knocked. "I'll go and lock the outer

gate," said she, "then your aunt must ring, if she comes up to the door,

she will hear us, for you make such a noise." She locked it and came

back again.

 

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