“Well, is Julia's?” he asked.

“No,” said she, “it would take the biggest woman in town to take that.”

“Some small women have big mouths,” said he. “I have had it in Julia twice today.”

“I don't believe it,” said Lizzie bluntly, and she turned to Julia as if to get her to confirm her disbelief.

“Would you like to see me do it again?” he asked. Lizzie nodded assent.

Julia at once led the way to the bed and, lying across it, pulled up her clothes and spread her legs. After getting between them, he told Lizzie he wanted her to steer it; then she would know it was in for sure. Without any hesitation she took hold of his beauty and placed its head at the right place, and she kept hold of it till it was in so far she was forced to let go.

“Now do you believe it?” asked Mr. Brown.

But Lizzie didn't reply. She was watching Julia, thinking it must hurt her to have such a big thing stuck into her, but when she saw no sign of pain and only evidences of pleasure, she got down by Julia and in almost a whisper asked how it felt.

“It doesn't hurt a bit and it feels awfully good,” Julia replied.

We watched them till it was all over. He didn't get off for some time, but when he did his charmer seemed shorn of its glory, for it had shrunk in size and was soft and limp, hanging its head as if ashamed. We put the bed to rights again, then went back to the parlor. Lizzie got on his lap while he talked to us. He gave us some good advice about how to conduct ourselves so as to avoid being suspected. He cautioned us to tell no one of our meeting and our plans for future meetings. He told us, too, to be careful when with young fellows for, said he, they will screw you if they can and some of them will boast of it.

After he left us Lizzie and I asked Julia innumerable questions. She had at once acquired an enviable position in our estimation and she was disposed to put on airs.