"I'm going down to the church tonight," Buford said. "We've still got some work to do on the new classroom."

"All right," Judy said.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I don't know. I suppose I'll watch some television and then go to bed."

Her answer had been honest. That had been exactly what she had planned to do right up to the moment that Buford's truck disappeared down the road. Then she suddenly felt too impatient to watch television. She decided that a walk would do her good.

She put on her shawl and walked down toward the lake. It was a quiet evening and voices carried a long distance. There was no excuse for her picking the trail she did. She had already heard the girl's giggling voice and she knew some couple had parked in the woods.

She knew what she should do. She should turn back and take the route along the lake edge. Somehow she couldn't do that. She kept walking toward the sound of the voices. She didn't know what she was going to find when she got there. She only knew that her heart was pounding loudly with anticipation.

"Don," Judy heard the girl's voice clearly now.

"Don, please don't do that."

Judy kept walking. Her knees felt a little unsteady. She stopped behind some brush as she caught sight of the young boy and girl.

The boy had parked his car behind the trees. The young couple had spread a blanket on the ground and now they were lying close to one another. The girl looked about nineteen. She had red hair just like Judy's, although the girl's hair was a shade lighter. She also had Judy's lush figure. She wore a simple sweater, and a skirt that had ridden up above her shapely knees. The sight made Judy flush.

The boy was tall and dark-haired. He had one hand on the young girl's upper leg. Judy could almost feel his strong fingers gripping her own leg.