ons. ;lovedquot; my family by t in my ;lovedquot; a stranger. Its voluntary and a tremendous risk. tion is furtter of lust. I counted turdays, anxious to see her.

    took tiative. er, s on , and tered at my touced everyt to nibble ears, oget knoter, if s all. No ever ed t I feign an illness to get out of Mr. Martins class, I gladly complied.

    e rode treetcar to s o  sunsarted to s, but Sally, easing t I could not keep up. iny perco ts o try.

    quot;e o ourselves. ould you like a lemonade?quot;

    S as  on t on ; ed. I heard a crash of cymbals in my minds ear.

    quot; you come sit beside me, ;

    Obedient pup, I trotted over ail and lolling tongue. Our fingers interlocked. I smiled. Somacriggered a pent-up primal urge. I circled my .

    quot;oo muc; Sally panted and fanned tering erpreted her signals?

    Sally undressed so quickly t I almost failed to notice transition. As if puston, off came , slip, socks, and under, sifically. I did love ures in ttie Page pinups and Frenccards, but images lack breadt isnt life. Part of me pulled fore to lay my  ty ook a step in ion.

    quot;No, no, no. Ive so s;

    Not since a young boy at taken off my clot of anyone else, mucranger, and I  t. But it is o refuse ripped, time cciced t sriangle of  tcely bare.  tion o ts, and a look of   of  her, deeply perplexed.

    quot;O; s;you look like a little boy.quot;

    I covered up.

    quot;ts t one Ive ever seen.quot;

    I angrily retrieved