There seemed to be a haze in the air which partially obscured my sight through it I perceived a black triangle which gradually resolved into a glossy silky profusion of tight little Tinglets of hair, sharply outlined against a background of snowy whiteness. As this became fixed on my consciousness, something down in the front of my trousers began to hoist itsef upward. A low, strained voice broke the spell:

"Where is Gerald?"

Mechanically the answer fell from my lips.

"He's down at Wellington Square with his kite."

The expansion in the front of my trousers had reached its maximum, causing a tent shaped projection outward. I was still gazing thru a sort of cloud, but it seemed to me that she was smiling faintly. The next thing I knew she was standing close in front of me, and had placed one of her, hands on my shoulder. The other slipped down inside the waist band of my trousers. A bit of fumbling with underclothing and soft cool fingers closed around my cock. They remained there for a moment and were withdrawn. I felt them tugging at the buttons in the front of my pants.

One, two, three, four little tugs, and like a

jack-in-the-box released at the touch of a spring, my cock jumped out into the light of day as the clothing which had imprisoned it was loosened. Again soft fingers encircled it and with a forward movement of her hand the scarlet plum shaped head was exposed to view. The hand receded and; it disappeared from view within its protecting shield. The movements were repeated a few times, sending little electric thrills chasing up and down my spina And then a soft voice murmured in my ear:

"You've been hanging around here with this thing sticking up under your pants to tempt me for the last three months. Can you keep a secret?

I nodded my head affirmatively. ', "Well then run and slide the bolt on the front door before someone else comes walking in!"