CHAPTER XIII.
Of age.—Camille my first French woman.—Lascivious
delights.—Harlots by the dozen.—Baudy books.—Tribades.—
A grey-haired cunt.
I came into my property, and to the great horror of my mother and family, soon gave up my post at the ——— and my intended career and determined to live and enjoy myself. I had been all but posted to a regiment, that commission I resigned, though all my youth desiring it. I lost much money by doing so. What I did between the time that I had the two sisters, until I went regularly to the town, is not worth telling of more than already done. Frig myself, I did not, gay women since my last clap I was shy of, but I used to shag a servant of a family close by, and rather think one of our own servants; but if so, all circumstances made small impression on
