Sex is basically interesting, though, and there are some good moments in the interstices, especially of the Victorian magazine, The Pearl, which was posh and pan-sexual. One story features Steve Broad, and ends with him shaving. You don't know Steve? Well-
More's the pity. A jollier, better-hearted and manlier fellow never pissed against a wall.After various digressions with a young woman called Lettice whose gaze would melt the bark off a tree and whose brother was not one to ruin a good day's sport, and who Steve therefore decides to marry, Steve finds himself in a train with a girl called Kate who has had to dress as a midshipman to escape a vile suitor. Steve is on his way to meet his Lettice's father, but he can't help himself - he is, after all, as jolly and manly a fellow as ever pissed against a wall - and he says:
Shall I whisper the secret, or one of the secrets, of our attachment? Our pricks were both of a length, and our arseholes the same gauge. Don't infer too much from that admission, it was not often that - but, there, I will tell you a story of Steve Broad that will show you the sort of fellow he was
Well, Kate, love, this is quite an adventure, and I tell you it is a long way to the next station, and as it has been one of the greatest ambitions of my life to fuck a midshipman, this is too good an opportunity to let passHe doesn't, but he is observed! By an enraged gentleman with
a red, round, indignant face, ornamented with a bristly white moustache and surmounted by a tuft of white hair that made the upper part of the head look like an infuriated cockatooOf course, this is the potential father in law, and scrapes ensue. It all ends well for a certain very specific and predictable value of well.
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