Chapter 4

The rest of that day was spent resting. At least, I rested. Diane made herself busy around the house and Jean went up to her room to study. Tazu called me that afternoon and said she was working on Chuck, but that he was too insensitive to notice. She promised to keep on trying, and she also, mentioned that she was trying to talk him into getting a portrait of her painted. "In which case you'd be my choice to do it," she said with a lewd laugh.

Just talking with her on the phone made me yearn for her. I tried not to think of her too much but in the end I had to blot my mind out with a good stiff dose of television. I lounged about in the living room wearing only a pair of shorts and sandals, and watched soap operas, feeling very much at home. The women on television were almost as uninteresting to me as their lives, but I rested my eyes and ears on them until my brain had calmed down. Cindy and Lora came home and changed into their swim suits to take a dip in the pool. Lithe young bodies and pert little buns, unconscious grace, and when they stepped out in the sun their blonde hair turned to gold. I watched them as if from a great distance, as if they were two exotic tropical fish diving and splashing and giggling in the pool. Surrounded by pussy, my favorite position in this life.

"Do you want anything, John? You look so bored," said Diane. She had taken a break from her chores and sat next to me to see what was happening on television. "Oh, you're watching the soaps? I didn't think artists were interested in women's stories."

"On the contrary," I said. "And let me explain why there's nothing as interesting as women's stories. They all contain great dollops of pussy. So I sit here and look at those televised females and I know that under the mascara and the hair spray and the latest fashions, the girdles and bras and panties, there are naked women pulsing with life. Men's stories on the other hand contain nothing but cock and balls, and I've got enough of them. But look at those women on the tube, all of them pretending they don't have tits or ass, can't you see how erotic that is? I know deep down that they get on their backs for certain men and allow themselves to be savaged and ravaged just as often as its offered. Yet a few hours later they can look antiseptic and innocent. Amazing!"

"You're a very strange person," said Diane, but she looked at the actors more closely as if to see what I'd been seeing. "A real sensualist. You frighten me a little, John, it's like you're too much for me to take in one hit. Does that sound peculiar?"

"Actually ... yes," I said.

"I can't help it." She fled into the kitchen. I grinned when I heard the clatter of dropped pans and cutlery. The fruit was ripening fast, almost ready to pick, I could be patient until then. Lora came into the room with her towel wrapped about her wet hair, and her sister followed. My cock stirred restlessly. Ordinarily little girls didn't affect me too much. They were inept and scared of everything. But little Lora had a look about her that indicated she wasn't totally unaware of what she had in her bikini. Her sister trailed upstairs behind her. When they were in their room I checked to see that Jean and Diane were engaged elsewhere, and then I snuck up the stairs, too. The bedroom door was closed but I wanted to check for peepholes first anyway. I went into my room and walked into the closet, which protruded into the girls' bedroom. Clothes and boxes were in the way, but it didn't take much to move them. I closed the closet door behind myself and checked for holes or cracks—and found a nice big round hole that looked right into the girls' room. This hole had been put in very deliberately, it was placed perfectly, and someone in this house had put it there—but who? I thought of Jean and her picture books of little black lesbians, but that seemed far-fetched.

Whoever had done it, I was grateful. I peered through and saw Cindy and Lora standing in between the two beds, talking about something and absently drying their hair with the big towels. They still had on their bikinis but it wouldn't be long before they'd change, and in preparation for that event I pulled out my dick and toyed with it until it was good and hard. I could hear what they were saying but it was inconsequential prattle about school and boys. "Come on, girls," I said under my breath. My excitement mounted by the second. Voyeurism had always been one of my favorite pastimes.

Lora took her halter off and turned her back on me before I could get a look at her. Then Cindy took off her bikini and let me see her body in all its diminutive glory. Small bumps raised her nipples, pink and big, and there was virtually no change in her body as it went from her chest to her belly. But down there the changes were obvious. A little blonde down grew on her pubic mound, enough to qualify her for puberty but not enough to conceal the enticing fold of her cuntal flesh. I could see the beginning of her slit, a sudden depression that narrowed into a line which ran right down in between her legs. My mouth watered at the idea of eating that smooth, fat little cunt, of parting the tightly wedged lips with my tongue and eating into her tight hole while the little girl experienced real pleasure for the first time in her life!

Then Lora took off her bikini bottom and turned around. That one year in age certainly made a lot of difference. Two firm little tits stuck out from her chest, two handsful with pink nipples, and when she walked those two mounds hardly quivered. Little green apples, I thought, and swallowed the saliva that Suddenly filled my mouth. She had more hair, too, blonde and fluffy, still wet from her dip and lying flush against the contours of her cunt. She came very close to the spy hole and for a moment I worried that she had heard me entering the closet. But no, she just got a dry towel from a dresser and returned to where her younger sister was standing. Her buns moved smoothly, two bundles of muscle, flesh, and flawless white skin that contrasted starkly with the brownness of the rest of her body. Where Cindy looked somewhat boyish, Lora was already on the verge of turning into a woman. Pretty soon those tits would grow into squeezable melons, her ass would bulge fleshly, and pubic hair would grow more wildly. But until then she was still tender and a little awkward, ill at ease with her new assets.

"Do you want to play?" I heard her ask her sister. Cindy pulled a face and said she'd rather not ... "Oh come on, we'll just play for a little while," said Lora. A penile premonition told me to keep on watching. The younger girl frowned and kept on drying her hair with vigorous strokes, which Lora took to be consent. She sat on the bed next to her sister and began to rub her nipples softly with a single finger. "There, isn't that nice? You know you like it," she said.

"Sure I like it," said Cindy. "But we always have to play when you want to, never when I want to. I don't think that's fair."

"Next time you want to, I'll play with you," promised Lora. She leaned closer and rubbed her sister's breasts a little more firmly. "Do it to me now."

"Wait a minute!" The little blonde sounded irritated and kept on drying her hair even though it had to be dry by this time. Lora thought so, too. She ripped the towel out of Cindy's hands and threw it across the room. "There you go bullying me again!" Cindy said.

"You're just being a bitch today, that's all," said Lora. "Now play or I'll hit you."

"Oh boy!" sighed Cindy, and she started to fondle her sister's little tits with all the finesse of a cowboy. "You just wait till I'm bigger than you, then you won't treat me this way."

"Come on, let's not fight." Lora's voice was soft and persuasive suddenly. "We're sisters, we're each other's best friend, and we love each other, don't we?"

"I guess so," sighed Cindy. Their hands rubbed at their breasts with more feeling now, and the frowns faded away. And as the girls warmed to each other I warmed to them. To see their pre-adolescent groping was enough to make me want to fuck that hole in the wall! I dropped my shorts and stood in the dark closet stark naked, beating off in time with their inchoate lovemaking.

"Ohhhh that's nice," said Lora, lying back and letting her sister caress her little green apples. "Kiss them, Cindy, that makes me squirm all over. Ooooowwwwweeee!! Do you get like that? It goes right down to between my legs when you suck at them like that."

"Yeah, I know," said Cindy. She was on all fours, her face down on her sister's chest, her ass facing me, and the sight of that full little bald pussy bulging out from between her thighs made my head spin! I would never have imagined that Richard's kids would turn out like this. What was going on in this house, anyway? It was as though none of the women had any faith in men. Diane was scared of going to the limit with me, Jean had her porno books with pictures of girls, and now Cindy and Lora had somehow learned to satisfy their youthful stirrings without recourse to anyone else. If ever a household needed a rise in its phallic consciousness, it was this one!

But I would attend to that later. For the time being I was more than content to stand in that dark, sweaty closet, tugging at my aching cock and watching the loving little girls. They were lying side by side now and just brushing each other's nipples with their fingernails, cooing and writhing, their legs entwined," their pussies pointing at me and flexing open and shut as if they were deliberately trying to drive me crazy. Little sighs and moans reached my ears, and then, when their hands moved down between each other's legs, little gasps of ecstasy mingled in. Masturbating each other, kissing wetly, rubbing their chests together, the girls brought each other to a swift climax, and then fell apart with sighs of relief.

"Wow, that was nice," said Lora, and a blotch of white appeared on the wall of the closet as I shot my load; The situation had been defused and I stumbled out of the closet in a lather of sweat, my brain working like a turtle lying on its back. A shower helped to clear my head but even when I was back down in the living room watching the soaps those little girls stayed on my mind.

"Where have you two been?" asked Diane when the girls came down.

"Just up in our room," they answered, and Lora added: "It was so hot we had to take a little nap."

I took up my sketch pad and tried to draw anything but the scene I had witnessed. But it kept emerging from the random lines I had made on the virgin paper, the two little girls wrapped up in each other, kissing and fingering, knowing that they were being naughty and loving it. Eventually the whole thing came out on paper, quickly, sketchily, soften by chiaroscuro, obscured by too many lines, but unmistakably Cindy and Lora. Just for the hell of it I called Lora over and showed her the drawing. It took her a minute to get past her incredulity, and then she turned pale.

"How ... when ... who ... " she stammered. And then she tore the page from my book and crumpled it up. "You spied on us!" she hissed.

"No, I'm just psychic," I said with a wink. "I just had this vision of you and Cindy, and I drew it. Funny, isn't it?"

"Very funny, Uncle John." She took the crumpled drawing and disposed of it by flushing it down the toilet. By the time she came back I had a better one on the next page. Then she understood what-I was trying to tell her. "Okay, you keep it to yourself and I'll do you a good turn one day," she said curtly. What a precocious girl she was. "Like, for instance, I won't say anything about Jean's sleepwalking to Daddy."

Now it was my turn to get flustered. "Very smart," I said, trying to keep the quaver out of my voice.

"Yes, I know." She went back out on the patio but I called her back and informed her that it was her word against mine and that a picture spoke louder than words. That gave her food for thought. She nodded as if to concede the point and sat next to me, pretending to watch television. I kept looking at her and trying to connect this girl with the naked one I had seen earlier fingering her little sister and jerking her loins in response to her sister's rubbing. But now she was cross and aloof.

"Hey, don't be mad at me," I said. "I wouldn't force you to do anything against your will. But if you're curious; then let me know."

"If I'm curious?" She looked at me strangely for a second and then she smiled and nodded.

"I just might take you up on that."

"What's going on here?" asked Diane. "You two look like you're planning a conspiracy."

"No, just talking about the TV show, Ma," said Lora casually. She moved a foot or so away from me and turned her attention to the screen, leaving me to contemplate the prospect of her satisfying her curiosity with me. Precocious wasn't the word for this girl; she was a fully fledged woman in spite of her green-apple tits and her boyish ass. As for her little sister, she began to treat me more like an uncle when I made her sit still for her portrait. She was delighted with the likeness and by the fact that I had used some of my talent for the sake of immortalizing her, and she rewarded me with a little kiss on the cheek. Ah, if only she knew what wicked thoughts were going through my head all the time I was drawing her!

My brother put a damper on my fun by coming home for dinner. He sat at the head of the dining table and made conversation with us as best he could. But his life outside the house was spent with other lawyers, and he was so snarled up in his legal jargon and the ideas of his colleagues that he could hardly get anyone to listen to him. I did my best because I felt bad for him, but after a while I had to bow out as well.

But because he was my brother and I was concerned about him, I took him aside after dinner and told him I wanted to speak to him in private. We went into his den and sat down in deep easy chairs amid the cedar and teak and the glass-covered bookcases. "What is it, John?" he said, and I knew he was expecting a request for money or for more of his hospitality.

"I was just wondering how much time every week you devote to your job," I said, and that took him aback a little. "You've got a great home and a great family here, Rich, but it's as though you're a stranger to it all. That's not very healthy as far as I can see."

"Yes, I understand why you should see it that way," Richard said, carefully choosing his words. "The responsibilities that I've shouldered require a great deal from me, more than I can handle at times. And yet I struggle on so that this family may have the best of everything. Now if I were you, I'd try to emulate me."

"Yes, yes, of course you would. What I'm saying, though, is that you're avoiding the most important responsibility. Now tell me the truth, Richard, from one brother to another, how often do you and Diane make it?"

"Make it? You mean, love? Why, that's none of your business." A red flush flew up his cheeks, anger and embarrassment, and that was the answer I had expected.

"When was the last time you made love to her?" I persisted. "See if you can remember."

"This is ridiculous. I work twelve, sixteen hours a day sometimes, six days a week, I make as much money in a week as you make in a good year, and you, you of all people, criticize me for it?"

"Listen, most men work like dogs because they want to get away from their women," I said, sitting forward so that my face was close to his. "Don't you understand that yet? They'll tell you that they're working for their family and all that shit, but actually they're scared of their wives, they can't face the bottomless pit of their sexuality, and so they invent reasons to turn their backs to it. This would be a very different world if husbands accepted their responsibilities to their wives."

"What's the longest you've been with any woman?" he countered.

"I don't know, a year maybe."

"Then where do you get the gall from to talk to me about marital responsibilities? You don't know what it's like to be with the one woman for over twenty years. You can't know." And with that he stood up and left the den. I stayed there for a few minutes to get control over my anger. But then I thought: fuck him! I gave him a fair warning and he wouldn't listen. Now I intended to fuck every pussy in his household!

And as soon as I saw Lora I got to work on that project. She was still a little shy of me but I started to ask her about school, about her ambitions, girl things, and soon she was talking with me as though I was an old friend. Cindy sat on the other side of me and the rest of the family were on the patio, within earshot I couldn't tell her that I wanted her to come into my room later, nor could I determine at what sexual level she was. All I could do was feel my own desire for her rise each minute I was near her.

"Come sit with your Daddy, baby," Richard called out to his youngest, and the little blonde rushed over to sit on his lap. I noticed a frown on Lora's face but nothing was said. Now I lowered my voice to a whisper and asked her if she had ever made love with a man. Lora shook her head vigorously. Certainly not! Would she like to? No! Well, yes, some time in the future perhaps. Was she scared? No! Yes! I don't know. I could tell it was going to be a hard nut to crack.

"You worry about the first time, do you?" I asked. "I mean, do you lie awake at night and think what it will be like?"

"Yes, sometimes," she admitted, "My friend at school says it awful but every girl has to go through it."

"It doesn't have to be awful. I could show you everything without hurting you once. But," I said hastily, seeing that she was getting tense, "we don't have to. We could just ... play."

"Play?" Her eyes lit up, "You mean like Cindy and I play?"

"Exactly. Wouldn't you like to play with me?"

"It's scary but it might be fun," she said, thinking hard. "Okay, let's play tonight. You stay in your room and I'll visit when the others are asleep."

"Great idea," I said, and my cock agreed. How the evening dragged after that! Diane kept casting lecherous glances in my direction Jean threw quizzical ones, Richard pointedly ignored me and played up the family-man role as if to persuade me I was all wrong: but they were wasting their time. I was fixated on the lithe blonde girl for the evening, and bedtime couldn't come soon enough for me.

I finally went up to my room and watched television, at the same time keeping an ear on the movements of the family. They went to the bathroom, shuffled about the house, had a midnight snack, and irritated me with their tardiness, but at last the sounds stopped and a suburban peace fell over my brother's house. I checked to see what Cindy and Lora were doing through the peephole but their room was in darkness. Had she forgotten? I'd kill her if she let me down!

I needn't have worried. My door opened soundlessly and in came Lora, dressed in a knee-length nightie. She closed the door very carefully and held her finger to her lip to indicate that I should be silent. Then she sat on the bed and whispered: "We can't play too long because I'm tired."

"You don't look tired," I said.

"Well, I am." She looked away and I knew she was trying to dodge me.

"Okay. By the way, what is it between your father and Cindy? Every time I see them they're sitting together like lovers." My remark was calculated to sting her into changing her attitude, and my success almost overwhelmed me.

"Yes, aren't they?" she said in a low angry voice. "She's Daddy's girl and he's been crazy about her for years, ever since she was born. It makes me sick! I mean, I love Cindy, too, but I don't neglect other people for that reason, do I?"

"You certainly don't," I said, letting her embrace and kiss me.

"Is that how you kiss?" she asked after a valiant, breathless attempt.

"Let me show you how." I took her into my arms and pressed my lips to her very softly, barely touching her at first but moving my mouth from side to side to prepare her for the more torrid kisses to come. She was tense and her lips were clamped shut. But after a few minutes of light titillation she loosened up slightly and even began to kiss back. I kissed her more firmly and held her by both arms, pushing her back to lie down and lying so that only my face and hands touched her. "That's how," I said, kissing her nose and eyebrows, "and then you go a little further." I moved my lips against hers to part them, and then the tip of my tongue snuck in between them to run over her teeth. The little girl shuddered and sighed, and her mouth opened wider.

My tongue moved right in, exploring her warm, wet mouth and running along her tongue and palate. She had trouble breathing, sucking up air noisily through her nose, doing everything to prevent having to interrupt me; but at last she had to back off to get her breath. "Wow! That's really fun," she said, her eyes shining. She looked so much like her mother at eighteen that I lost track of my own age. Those big blue eyes and the long lashes, the willful, sensual mouth, her cheekbones and taut facial skin, the spitting image! And the same frantic, adolescent feelings that had once obsessed me now came back in a rush. I took her face between my hands and kissed, her deeply, my tongue provoking hers to come out and fight, exchanging saliva and breath, merging like veteran lovers.

Now I let my hand slide down the flannel of her nightie and come to rest on her small, firm breasts. Hard flesh bearing hard nipples, but squeezable just the same, and so sensitive that it was like plucking an overwrought guitar string. The moment I squeezed her her mouth opened wide and she let out a tiny groan that incited me to kiss her even harder. This was the kind of playing for which I lived. I couldn't move her nightie out of the way without going further than was wise for the moment, so I had to content myself with flannel-covered flesh. But her reactions were exciting enough to keep my blood hot.

"Let me see your thing," she said suddenly, pulling away from me. "I've heard so much about that but I've never seen it properly."

"What do you mean, properly?"

"Oh, you know, I've seen Daddy's now and then but I couldn't ask him to let me inspect it." She giggled at the idea and made a grab for my crotch. But I told her to wait a little while. I wanted her to be out of her head before I flashed my hard eight inches. No use scaring her off.

"Just let me play for a bit longer," I said, caressing her head and pecking her face, "and then you'll see everything." She nodded weakly, clinging to me as though she was drowning. I kissed her and rubbed her firm little tits, and then I found a zip down the back of her nightie. I opened it and drew the nightie down over her shoulders, and when I got my mouth on her nipples she turned to putty in my hands. She groaned and moaned, her body wracked with sudden tremors and violent shakes that she tried to stop but couldn't. My tongue circled her nipples, my lips pursed around them and tugged at the pink bullets, but I got the best results when I sucked her flesh into my mouth and chafed it against the edges of my teeth. That's when her body arched upward and her arms grabbed me around my neck and held my face down on her chest with all her strength.

"Oh my God!" she groaned, her head rolling from side to side in helpless ecstasy. "I've never played like this, Uncle John. How do you know all these things? Ooooohhhhh yessss, that's so nice, so nice! Don't stop now, please!"

"You can bet on it," I said, pushing her nightie down until it was folded around her waist. My hands gripped her sides just below her armpits and my mouth went from one nipple to the other, tugging at them, nibbling at them, playing her tits until she crooned a tune of pure pleasure. But I was also eager to move down to that blonde little pussy so I could really get a bite to eat. While I sucked on her tits I kept pushing her nightie out of the way and glancing downward to see what progress I was making ...

"Let me see it," she begged, grabbing at my dick again, but I eluded her by dragging her nightie down her hips and sliding into place with my face on her belly. That stopped her. She lay perfectly still and waited as I took her nightie right off. The firmness and flawlessness of her body awed me for a moment. No mottles, no excess thigh, just smooth flesh forming the perfect teen-age body; a little lean here and there, but that only made her pussy all the more succulent. In the soft light her hair was golden and fluffy, her face angelic, but now I could see her cunt and everything had to be seen from that angle. I parted her legs slowly and made myself comfortable between them. Now her pubic hair formed a halo over the mound and beyond that I saw her firm little tits sticking out to opposite sides, and her beautiful face looking down at me.

"Close your eyes now and think about nothing," I said. "Let me make you happy all over." She obeyed but her body remained tense, and when the tip of my tongue touched her cunt a shock ran through her as though I was electric. She affected me in much the same way. There was something so erotic about her youth and her innocence that routine procedures became exotic. How many pussies had I tongued in my time? But cunts like Cindy's came as one of life's unexpected bonuses. Once I had parted her downy hair her cunt pushed out at me like a pair of pouting lips, full, only slightly darker than the rest of her skin, and firmly closed. But it didn't take much to open her up. I ran my tongue along the slit and then parted it with one finger to reveal the pinkness below. Her inner labia were just developing, small rosy petals that came out like a small canopy above her cuntal entrance, and at the top of the canopy was a small knot of flesh that was as sensitive as her nipples to the touch.

I ran my tongue along every feature of her interior and she was groaning and writhing about like a woman trapped in a cosmic orgasm. A more experienced woman might have held back for the big ones, but Lora let it all hang out because she didn't know how else to respond. I loved her openness and her vulnerability, and I began to lick her just to make her get off some more, operating her cunt as though I was the captain and she was the ship. I settled in between her legs for the duration, more than happy to suck her teen-age pussy and watch her go through climactic contortions, but somewhere along the line she remembered how much she wanted to inspect my dick.

"Let me see it, Uncle John, I can't wait any longer," she moaned. I thought she was far enough gone to become acquainted with my weapon at this stage, so I took a break to slip out of my jeans. Lora sat up and gaped at it in disbelief. "I can't be that big!" she exclaimed, and she took it in both her hands as if to assure herself that she was seeing it as it really was. "Oh no, that's impossible. I'm so little!"

"You'd be surprised," I said. The finger I had in her cunt told me she was drying up fast.

"Impossible," she repeated. All the work I had done went for nothing once she had convinced herself that I would never fit inside her. I had to begin all over, kissing her face and lips, caressing her breasts, making soothing phrases up for her benefit, calming her the way a trainer might calm a panicking horse.

"There are bigger men than me in the world, baby," I said in between kisses and caresses, "and they're not being rejected by any woman. In fact they have a pretty good time of it because women like men to be big. That's the truth! Listen to your old uncle, he knows all about these things. Now just feel it and give it a little kiss. You'll see it's not so gigantic." She did her best, pressed a kiss on my glans, but the mere sight of it terrified her. I had to hold her firmly in my arms to stop her from running out of the room and I had to step up my fore-play to bring her back on my side. Luckily her nipples and pussy were super-sensitive and she was soon under my spell again, or else I might have blown it with her for good.

She avoided looking at my cock or touching it, and gave herself up to my caresses. I fingered her pussy until she was open enough to take my whole index finger up herself. She was wet again, hot again, and I was far from giving up on the hope that I might fuck her that night. I sucked her nipples and finger-fucked onward, ever onward, delighting in the sound of moisture sloshing about inside her pussy, the high-pitched sighs, and the way her fingers clamped into my flesh during those moments of ecstasy. That single finger pushing in and out of her pussy relaxed her cuntal muscles and made her so wet that it became possible to add another finger to it. She tightened up at first, but later took the bunched fingers with obvious pleasure. I went on fingering her but moved my face down to cunt level so I could suck on that little tuck of flesh down there, and I kept one hand on her tits to manipulate her nipples to her heart's content. Ah yes, she was mine again, putty in my hands, all I had to do was push her to the brink of her first grown-up orgasm and I'd be able to fuck her.

My cock was ready to dive into that tight, wet pussy. I had loosened her up enough and she was so wet that a big stain had formed under her ass, a stain which could prove embarrassing the next morning if someone came near enough to smell it. But that was a later worry. Her ill-modulated passions had her shaking and drooling and making far too much noise, and I began to move into place. My knob was a mere inch from her pussy, my fingers had moved out of the way and I held her by the buttocks to keep her legs wide open, and all that remained to be done was to thrust hard and deep. Lora was waiting for it, scared and eager, looking at my cock the way a half-convinced masochist regards a whip.

But everything was interrupted by the door opening. I froze, Lora froze, and we hardly dared to look around. Someone entered, closed the door, and two hands took hold of my shoulders and pushed me over on my back. A sigh of relief escaped me when I saw it was Jean. She was sleepwalking again, "Oh no!" whispered Lora, looking furious. "That crazy woman can't stay in bed for one single night! But we can't wake her, John, so we'll have to wait."

Jean knelt on the bed and took my stiff cock in her mouth, to suck on it with the same expertise she had shown the other night. I didn't know what to do. It was immensely pleasurable, but how much could I show of that when Lora was staring at me intently? I shrugged at her and looked apologetic, but the little girl kept staring as the sweat broke out of my brow and involuntary expressions of bliss .escaped me. Asleep Jean sucked cock better than most conscious practitioners of the art, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from enjoying it.

And because I was in such an overheated condition to begin with, it didn't take Jean long to bring me off. Sperm filled her mouth and dribbled from her lips back onto my belly. Lora came closer and watched silently. The sleepwalker sucked me dry and even licked up the cream she had spilled, then turned around and walked right out of the room.

"Well, I guess I'd better get some sleep," said Lora. She looked very disappointed and I knew approximately how she felt.

"Perhaps tomorrow?" I suggested.

"Perhaps."