"Did you like it … I mean that first way?" I asked, as I pulled at the oars.

"Oh, it was just wonderful! Nobody ever did that to me before" she added, giggling, "That's the way the French do it, isn't it? A boy wanted to do it to me once, but I wouldn't let him. I didn't know it felt so good."

"Well, we'll do it again some time, if you want to. Ylou can meet me at the park, and we'll get a boat again."

"All right! And the next time you do it to me that way … "

The phrase was never finished for as we approached the boat landing, the figure of a man detached itself from the shadows and came toward US-

"I'll bet that's my father!" she whispered uneasily.

A moment later she exclaimed:

"Why, it's my brother! They've sent him after me. Don't tell him we were at the island! If he asks you tell him we were just rowing around on the lake!"

Disturbed by her evident alarm I slowly guided the boat up to the anchoring platform. As she stood up to get out the brother, apparently a chap of about my own age, stepped up and exclaimed angrily:

"Where have you been all night?"

Without wainting for an answer, he seized her by the arm and glaring ferociously at m#, hustled her off.

Chapter III

So pleasantly and agreeably had my first adventure in "frenching" transpired that whatever lingering doubts I may have entertained as to the esthetic considerations involved in the act were dispelled nor did I therefore permit fastidious scruples to deter me from taking entire advantage of such opportunities as came my way.

My experience and observation lead me to believe that the lingual caress is gratefully received by most females, although many through a feeling of shame,will protest hypocritically at first. Their opposition generally melts rapidly under a little persuasion, or perhaps the employment of just enough force to provide an excuse for submission.