We spoke at the station. Pender, which of course went down the closet. Xxx “Perhaps she has”, said I. When standing quietly in the woods waiting for the driving of the game, I used if alone to pull out my prick and look at it, and thinking of cunt forgot to fire at the rabbits. A week after-wards my landlady said a young woman had called on me. “Let us do it again.” “I won’t, you have insulted me.” “Bring me a great can of hot water.” Then I rang for all sorts of odd things, making believe I had a bad attack of colic, showing her my prick each time, till she let me do it at the edge of the bed. Laura perhaps took the starch out of him, for I never saw him in the street again.




















