She soon tired of her attachments, she told me. She did
not like T.D. He was not the complacent husband; he was spirited
enough, but he believed everything she told him. One day he came
home unexpectedly when we were together on the bare palliass in
her room. It was a critical moment when his knocks were heard,
and in the hurry and excitement some moisture was left on the
bed. The knocks became louder, but she was calmer than I, and
bade me run down to the closet. I could hear her cheerful and
chaffing voice greeting him. When I walked in back to my own room
she called out: 'Here's T. home!' I learned afterward that he had
been surly and suspicious, and had seen the moisture on the bed,
and asked about it, whereupon she had turned the tables upon him
completely; he ought to be ashamed of himself; she knew what he
meant by his insinuations; if he must know how that moisture come
on the bed, why she put the soap there in a hurry to catch a
flea. He believed her and brought her a present next day in
atonement for his suspicions.
"During her monthly periods, when I could not touch her, she
would come in and play with me until emissions occurred, and my
feelings had become so perverted that I even preferred this to
coitus.
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