Whatever the interpretation, the letters do suggest some ribald moments among the magnolias. In one, dated May 15, Withers, calling himself “the old Stud, Jeff,” wrote, “I feel some inclination to learn whether you yet sleep in your Shirt-tail, and whether you yet have the extravagant delight of poking and punching a writhing Bedfellow with your long fleshen pole—the exquisite touches of which I have often had the honor of feeling?”
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