When she thought of the things she had been moaning about him, she almost passed out on the spot. Had he heard her moaning his name? What could he possibly think and feel about her? She was terrified.

Without a word she jumped up and ran into the house, closing the patio door behind her. She left the boy standing there by the pool, still staring at the empty chaise in which she had been playing with her pink-lipped pussy only moments before. He continued to stand staring for a long time, apparently unable to move from the spot.

Carol hid her face in her hands and cried for a few moments. She almost screamed. Then she realized that she had to regain her composure. She would be lost if she allowed the incident to develop into anything greater. She had to be calm and she had to let Joey know that whatever he saw

or heard was of yew little importance. It would be business as usual.

With that goal in mind, she wiped the tears from her eyes and sauntered out onto the patio, finding the boy riveted to the place where she had left him. He seemed afraid to raise his eyes from the chaise, afraid to even acknowledge the luscious woman's presence. She walked over to him and put her gentle hand on his naked shoulder. She felt his young flesh shrink in fear when she touched him. She thought he would jump out of his skin. His eyes shot to hers and then down to the ground, as if he were afraid to even look at her after what he had seen and heard.

"Well, Joey," she said. "I suppose you know what I was doing. There's no point in hiding it. Now do you think there's any reason to make a big thing out of it?" she asked firmly.

"My God, Miss Chambers!" the boy almost cried. "I didn't! I didn't see anything! Really I didn't!"

"Come now, Joey, let's not be silly about this. I was playing with my cunt. You know what a cunt is and you know perfectly well that people like to play with themselves. That goes for women as much as for men like you," she said, refusing to let the fear in her show through in her voice.