but a gob of spew in my left eye convinced me that 
her desires were really aroused by my charms.  I 
spat back at her, and watched the greasy morsel 
trickle down the open ulcer that spread across her 
left cheek, and had eaten away her nose and half a 
lip.  She caught me up to her and smeared the pus 
into my mouth.  In a sort of rapture she stowed me 
away in her fuck-sodden snatch-box, and rushed 
to her bedroom, there no doubt to initiate me into 
the joys of love, as known among these bawdy-
minded buttered buns, and nowhere else, unless in 
your hearts, my dainty girls that read this book.  
Eh ?  
 
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