A boy, of about 10
years of age, offered me a bunch of violets for a penny. I told
him I would give him a shilling to pick me a large bunch. I am
not sure if I had any ulterior motive. He proceeded into a wood
on the side of the road; I dismounted from my machine and
followed him. He was a pretty, dark boy. He made water. I went up
to him and asked him to let me feel his penis. He at once jumped
away, and ran off shrieking. I was frightened, mounted my
bicycle, and rode as fast as I could home.
"There was no sentiment in the above cases. It is also to be
noted that in neither instance did I make any arrangements to see
the person again. As far as I can remember, when once I was
satisfied I felt disgust for my act. In the case of women this
was never so.
"Two of the women described in the foregoing pages stand out
above the others. Perhaps I have not sufficiently shown that in
the cases of W.H. and S.H. I felt a considerable degree of
_passion_. W.H. was the first woman with whom I had had
intercourse; this invested her in my heart, with a peculiar
sentiment. In neither case can I be accused of fickleness.
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