In the course of my education in sexual physiology, I had learned that in the upper extremity of the little valley, just like a sentinel on guard over the sacred precincts, was a little protuberance which had a predilection for being petted gently. It had the odd faculty of enlarging itself slightly wnen touched or caressed, its reaction in this respect being similar to that of the male organ.

Putting this knowledge into effect I located the highly sensitive little nerve, and with the tip of my finger agitated it softly. Under the light touch it responded by expanding and hardening. At this point she suddenly seized my hand, and laughing hysterically, removed it. She kissed me

with real fervor and pressed her body closer to mine.

"Come on sweetheart, we'll do it once more!"

Disengaging herself from my arms she turned over on her back, and separating her thighs, drew me up upon her. Again my cock, now well restored to virile capabilities, was introduced in-to the tempel of love. The encounter was swift and vigorous. I seconded her lively movements, and again those hot lips drained my testicles to the last drop. Shortly thereafter I was dressed, and ready to take my departure. As I stood near the door, she kissed me good-by, adding in an anxious whisper: "You won't ever, ever tell anyone, will you, sweetheart?" Fervently assuring her that I never, never would, I took my leave.

At the fronfr gate I met Gerald, who greeted me angrily.

"Where have you been all this time?" Did you get the paste?"