"Just take this package to your Aunt Betty, across the park," Harriet Pembroke said to her daughter, Renee. "But be careful. When you get there, make sure you stay the night."

"Why, momma?" Renee asked.

"Just do it," Harriet said to her daughter. "I don't want you out after dark."

It was partially true. Harriet didn't want her daughter walking in and seeing how she made a living. Ever since Renee's illegitimate birth, Harriet had been on her own, and she'd had to prostitute herself to support Renee and herself.

Renee, wearing a light pink dress, took the small package from her mother and went out into the summer evening. The sky was first starting to darken, but the air was warm as she entered into the depths of the park. Renee wasn't too frightened. All paths eventually led out of the park, but she wanted to come out on the right side so she wouldn't have to skirt the edge of the park and walk any more than was necessary.

There were many bushes in this part of the park, and as Renee walked, she heard sounds coming from one particularly dense growth. Curious, she walked over, but saw nothing. The sounds, like a man panting, became louder, so Renee bent down and crawled between two bushes and there, in the center of the small copse, was a naked man. He sat on the ground with his back against a small tree. His thighs were wide apart, and Renee could see he had one hand gripping something long and hard between his legs. His other hand holding a cigarette, alternating puffing and jerking.

"Gee!" Renee said, coming closer, staring at the long, thick throbbing rod. "What's that?"

"Huh?" the man asked, startled out of his reverie. "What's what?"

"That long thing you're pulling on," Renee said.

"Oh, that's my joystick," the man told her. "My name's Larry, and I get a lot of fun pulling on my stick."