#15133 - Take me, she said huskily, I am yours, I sank deeper within her, she laughed I am anybody's and she clasped her hands around my bottom cheeks and drew me to her until my balls were against her, Anybody with the price of a tankard of porter, she said, Seamen, Fishermen, Porters all have used me Mr Carter, she husked, I am soiled goods! You have become a whore especially for me! I gasped as I understood in an instant the depths of her hatred for me, You wonderful girl! I gushed. I set forth for London upon the morning train from Dorchester Station and went about my business and the wound was soon forgotten, but not the manner of its acquisition as I set about enjoying the social whirl of the metropolis once more. Stand! I said, Die like a man! He stared into Miss Harcourts eyes pleading.