Quietly kneeling down I put my eye to the hole, and found I had a famous view of all that was going on in the next room. It put me in mind of the scene between two youths which Fanny Hill relates to have seen through a peephole at a roadside inn. I could both see and hear everything that was passing. Lord Arthur and Boulton, whom he addressed as Laura, were standing before a large mirror. He had his arm round her waist, and every now and then drew Laura's lips to his for a long, luscious kiss. His inamorata was not idle, for I could see her unbuttoning his trousers, and soon she let out a beautiful specimen of the _arbor vitæ_, at least nine inches long and very thick. It was in glorious condition, with a great, glowing red head. Laura at once knelt down and kissed this jewel of love, and would I believe have sucked him to a spend; but Lord Arthur was too impatient, as he raised his companion from her stooping posture, and passing his hands under Laura's clothes, as she gave a very pretty scream and pretended to be shocked at this rudeness, he turned everything up and tossed her on the bed. As yet there was nothing to see but a beautiful pair of legs, lovely knickerbocker drawers, prettily trimmed with the finest lace, also pink silk stockings and the most fascinating little shoes with silver buckles. His lordship quickly opened Laura's thighs, and, putting his hand into her drawers, soon brought to light as manly a weapon as any lady could desire to see, and very different from the crinkum-crankum one usually expects to find when one throws up a lady's petticoats and proceeds to take liberties with her; but his lordship's love was only a man in woman's clothes, as everyone now knows it was Boulton's practice to make himself up as a lovely girl. There seems such a peculiar fascination to gentlemen in the idea of having a beautiful creature, such as an ordinary observer would take for a beautiful lady, to dance and flirt with, knowing all the while that his inamorata is a youth in disguise. "What's this beautiful plaything, Laura darling? Are you an hermaphrodite, my love? Oh, I must kiss it; it's such a treasure! Will it spend like a man's love?" I heard Lord Arthur say all this as he fondled and caressed Boulton's prick, passing his hand up and down the ivory-white shaft and kissing the dark, ruby-coloured head every time it was uncovered. How excited I became at the sight you may be sure. I also longed to caress and enjoy both the fine pegos I had seen; but although my own prick was stiff almost to bursting, I determined not to frig myself, as I was sure of finding a nice partner when I returned to the ball-room. Still, I would rather have had Boulton than anyone. His make-up was so sweetly pretty that I longed to have him and him have me.