I concluded my last volume by saying that I had taken lodgings in Norfolk Street, Strand, for the convenience of being near King's College. It was at the house of a Mrs Nichols, a tall, powerfully built, masculine, but also kind and motherly-looking widow of fifty-two who was an attentive and bustling landlady, looking herself to the better cooking and having a plain cook, who was also a general servant, to help her downstairs and two nieces to do the waiting and attendance on her lodgers upstairs. The younger was there alone when I entered the lodgings; her elder sister had had what they called a 'misfortune', and was then in the country until she could be unburthened of it. She was expected back in about six weeks. Meanwhile, as the winter was not the season, I was the only lodger, and the younger had only me to attend to; her name was Jane; she was but a little thing, but very well made, good bubbies and bottom, which I soon discovered were firm and hard, projecting fully on both sides. She was fairly good looking, but with a singularly innocent manner of freedom about her that made me imagine she had as yet had no chance of a 'misfortune'. In a week we became intimate, and after often praising her pretty face and figure, I snatched a kiss now and then, which at first she resented with an attractive yet innocent sort of sauciness. It was in her struggles on these occasions that I became aware of her firm and hard bosom and bottom.

Up to this time, my flirtations were without ulterior object, but the reality of the attractions of these hidden charms raised my lustful passions. I gradually increased my flatteries and caresses, squeezed her bubbies when I sometimes drew her on my knee and was kissing her, and, as at first she resisted my drawing her to my knee, took occasion to lay hold of her buttocks, which I found more developed than I could have supposed. Gradually her resistance to these little liberties ceased and she would quietly sit on my knee and return the kisses I gave.