CHAPTER V.
Aunt at the dairy.—Morning amusements with Pender.—Female
hay-makers.—Mrs. Whiteteeth.—An exhibition of cock.—
Against a field-gate.—A night on the grass.—A sight from
the barn-loft.—Robert the page.—Molly.
I could scarcely sleep that night. Pender seemed to me the most delicious woman I had ever poked. What if excitement had brought back the clap! what if I had clapped her! I had never after the clap had a woman until the doctor said I might. When I awakened, to my joy my prick was as dry as a bone; a woman was what I had wanted to complete my cure. The next minute my prick was stiff as I thought of Pender's charms.
It was a lovely morning, every available hand in house and farm was sent off to scatter the hay which on the previous night had been heaped up, Mrs. Pender ex
