The next day she communicated to me by means of a note surreptitiously slipped into my hand at recess that if I would wait for her after school at a certain place we could "do that again that we did yesterday."

Another little youngster of nine or ten, a veritable Mesalina in the budding, conceded her favors to four of us "en masse". In the basement of the deserted schoolhouse, to which we gained access through an unlatched window one Satur-

day afternoon, she stripped off both panties and dress for our edification, and one by one, untroubled by an excess of spectators or hygienic considerations we took turns in prodding her with our small, but rigid little cocks.

According to orthodox theories these little girls were all on the road to inevitable ruin if not already there. Yet to my personal knowledge with respect to several of them, they grew up, married and lived normal and respectable lives. One indeed who had been particularly liberal with her favors-I doubt if there was a boy in the entire neighborhood for whom she hadn't removed her panties at least once-I met some sixteen years later. At first I failed to recognize in the modest, well dressed young matron and mother of a beautiful child of two, a former youthful partner in fornication. But something stirred in my memory and without stopping to think that perhaps she would prefer not to have the past recalled, I asked her if she hadn't lived in such and such a neighborhood in her childhood. She nodded assent. "Don't you remember me?" I asked impulsively, repeating my first name. "No, I don't recall you!" she replied. "Why, I-" and then I saw that her cheeks «were blazing. Belatedly, my own face burning with the sudden comprehension of my tactless interrogation, I changed the subject.

At thirteen I was growing rapidly, was quite tall and well developed, this also contrary to certain other accepted theories for according to all authorities on the subject, such excesses as I was indulging in should irrevocably have undermined my health.