"Because I have a bad reputation. I'm kind of a bully around school and all the girls are scared of me."

"Well, I'm not," Beverly said bravely.

"Good," he said. "Then how about tying up your horse and walking down the bank."

Again Beverly hesitated. The spot he had mentioned was secluded. It was dark and shadowy down the bank and it couldn't be seen. She knew what her girl friends would say and her mother. For the second time her mother made up her mind.

"I'll go with you," Beverly said.

She tied her horse up and followed Wayne down the slippery bank. He had to take her hand a couple of times and each time Beverly felt a tingle.

She knew she shouldn't be telling this way about a boy, any boy, and she never had before. But there was just something so exciting about Wayne Brown. Something that made her want to be close to him.

There was a blanket near the river. Wayne must have brought it down earlier. It was in a shady spat.

"Sit down," Wayne said.

Beverly suddenly knew that something bad was going to happen if she sat down on his blanket. He had come prepared and it was like he'd done this a dozen times. She was growing afraid.

"Maybe we shouldn't stay here," Beverly said.

He kissed her on the mouth. She struggled against him at first, but then her body relaxed. She'd kissed boys before. There was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there? His kiss was different because it was making her feel a little giddy.

"Now sit down," Wayne said.

She allowed herself to be pushed down on the blanket. He sat down beside her.

"Kiss me again," he said.

It was strange, but she found she couldn't fight him. His lips bruised hers and then his tongue began probing at her mouth. After a moment, she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth.

Then she felt his hand cupping her tit.

She pulled away from him and slapped his face. She expected him to get angry. He smiled and stood up.