Walter investigates park whores
 
 

I SHOULD LIKE to see them doing it closer,' said I. 'Come up to the tree then: they won't mind. Stand back a minute; directly he's got his pego up her he won't notice anything, and we'll go close.'

We walked rapidly to the rear, then up to the back of the tree, and saw more and more clearly how the woman was moving up and down, as if pumping. As we got close she ceased, and the man went off, almost at a run. 'They've been quick,' said my woman. 'Has he stroked you?' I said to the other one who had just finished with the man. 'Rather!' the woman replied.

Bawdy wishes, all in conflict, all in tumult, rushed through me. I scarcely knew what I wanted or did. . . . 'He's a Scotchman,' said she. 'They always spend a lot, and quick. They doesn't do it to a gal till they can't keep it in their bollocks no longer.' 'And then they wants it for nothin',' said the other. 'Yes, they always wants it for nothin',' echoed my woman; 'cheap suits 'em, but they ain't long about it. .

I groped and groped the woman who had been with the Scotchman, till she said: 'Damned if you arn't made me hot messing me about. Do me then!' 'No - no, I can't,' said I, and suddenly reflecting, withdrew my hand, wiped it on her chemise, gave both of the girls silver, and moved off rapidly, surprised and disgusted with myself, spitting on my hand, and rubbing it hard with my handkerchief. I even rubbed it on the grass where no one would see me, and at length pissed over my hand to purify it.