MY SECRET LIFE
against my will; but was I not glad!—and got to my spying immediately.
Within a month I had seen them both stark naked, for being sisters they had not hesitated to strip. I had seen the cook piddle, wash her cunt, and put on her napkin. Susan’s bed was not on the right side for me, but nevertheless I saw enough of her to com- pare her with her sister. Sarah was demure in man- ner, stout, with a splendid burn, and with little hair of a lightish brown at the bottom of her belly;'she wore black stockings of which I then had a horror. Susan had a wicked, merry face, and -a splendid bunch of dark hair on her motte which attracted me largely. It struck me that I should have a better chance with her than with her sister, and began making approaches; when one Saturday night seeing Sarah wash herself from head to foot, I got such glimpses of her round fine haunches, and the split between them, that I fell into a fit of randy adoration, which settled the direction of my attentions to her instead of Susan.
I feared to go on with either, because they were sisters, but lust got the better of my fears. I began kissing cook Sarah; who returned it saying, she would not have her sister know it on any account. Shortly after I kissed Susan, who made nearly the same re- mark; and I found that each was careful not to tell the other; which was just what had occurred with two sisters, of whom I have already written. This was very jolly. Meanwhile I once or twice had a cheap poke on the road, but always with fear of disease.
I had but little chance of the cook having now no pretext for going into the kitchen, and the sisters were
not much separated; but I looked up my chances inde-
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