MY SECRET LIFE
mouth to any one, if youths consulted him, and many he knew had.
With quaking I said to the chemist, that I had something the matter with my thing. “What?” said he. “I don’t know.” “Let me see it.” I began to beg him not to mention it to my mother, or anyone. “Don’t waste my time”, said he, “show it to me, if you want my advice.” Out I pulled it as small as could be, but still with the skin over it. “Have you been with a woman?” said he. “Yes.” He looked at my shirt, there was no discharge, then he laid hold of my prick with both hands, and with force pulled the skin right down, I howled. He told me there was nothing the matter with me, that the skin was too tight, that a snip would set me to rights, and advised me soon to have it done, saying, “it will save you trouble and money if you do, and add to your pleasure.” I declined. “Another day then.” “No.” He laughed and said, “Well, time will cure you, if you go on as you have began”, gave me a lotion, and in three days I was pretty right: warm water I expect would have had the same effect. I had simply torn the skin in taking the virginity.
Of course I wanted Charlotte again, she seemed in no way to help me, and used to cry, still there was a wonderful difference between then, and before the happy consumation: she tried to prevent my hands going up her petticoats, but once up objections ceased, and my hands would rove about on the outside and inside of all, we stood and kissed at every opportunity. “When shall we do it again?” she replied “Never!” for she was sure it would bring punishment on us both.
I neglected my studies absolutely; all I thought about was her, and how to get at her, it must have been a
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