CHAPTER II.
Undressing.—Silk stockings and garters.—The attack.—
Foiled on the outside.—A battery.—A breech.—A tough
virginity.—Triumphant.—Sanguinary proofs.—The second
entry.—My foreskin.—Twenty-four hours fucking.—
Gamahuching.—Six days pleasure.—Camille returns.
"The bonnet will be home," said I, "let us go." "Allons, allons," so off we went. It was dusk when we got in the cab. "I am to put on the stockings if I give you a pair, and to feel," I said. "No man has, c'est trop fort, you ask too much; you may put on garters below the knee." "Why not above?" "Oh! quite different," said she, "in the fields no girl minds putting her garter on before all the world below knee; but above, sh! that is disgrace." Such is fashion, I have seen an Italian market-woman stoop forward and piss whi
