Renee could see he was a weird man, not much past thirty. He had slick black hair, a very thin body, and a long, pointed nose, almost like some kind of animal.

The truth was, Larry Hunter was one of her mother's "clients". Unfortunately, he had spent his money on some prime smoke, and as a result, couldn't afford to visit Harriet Pembroke. So he had spaced himself out here in the park, stripped off his clothes, and he had proceeded to start stroking his cock while continuing to drag on his cigarette.

Renee moved closer to Larry, kneeling down and peering between his legs. This was her first glimpse of a penis, and she had no idea what it was, or why it was used. Her mother had kept her in total ignorance where men were concerned, insisting her daughter be excluded from sex-education classes in school. As a result, Renee Pembroke knew absolutely nothing about penises.

Although it was getting darker, Renee could make out the long staff with the red mushroom on top. The mushroom seemed to be almost heart shaped, with a little eye in it, and the eye seemed to be weeping a solitary tear.

"Well, gee, this might seem like a lot of fun to you," Renee said to Larry, "but that part of you sure doesn't seem to like it. I mean, it looks like it's crying."

"Yeah, well, there's a good reason for that," Larry smiled, letting go of his throbbing cock. "You see, it needs attention from a girl. If it gets that, it'll stop crying."

"Really?" Renee asked, completely absorbed in the sight of the solid meat. "I'm a girl. Maybe I could give it the attention it needs, and then it'll stop crying."

"Gee, wouldja?" Larry Hunter asked.

"Sure," Renee nodded. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, to start with," Larry murmured, "you don't wanna get your dress dirty, so take it off."