Joey couldn't say much under the present circumstances. Carol watched his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his young throat as he swallowed nervously. She knew that his throat was as dry as cotton even after he had swallowed so much water. She felt sorry for him, but there was nothing she could do now. She had to go even further with her seduction. She was seized by the urge to expose herself to him and the urge was stronger than she was.

Carol knew that no one could see them in the pool, the neighbors' houses being far removed from her own and the fence being high. She had nothing to fear from the boy, only the possibility that he might flee in fear of her powerful feminine charms.

"Haven't you ever seen a woman's breasts before?" she asked the nervous boy, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders.

"Oh, goddamn! No! Never!" he rasped.

"Not even your mother's?" Carol said with mock surprise.

"God no! She'd never let me.." the boy whimpered.

"Never let you what? Look at her breasts? Your

own mother? I'm surprised that Joyce is so prudish." Carol smiled. "You can look at mine all you like, Joey darling. Do you like looking at my tits?"

"Crap yeah!" the kid said, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

"Why don't 'e go underwater again? I'll show you something else!" Carol purred, feeling the boy's shoulders trembling under her fingers.

"Something else? Christ almighty! What're you talkin' about?" the boy almost cried.

"You'll just have to come under and find out for yourself, darling Joey!" Carol said, splashing water in the kid's face.

The boy followed her down all right. And when she saw that he was willing to obey her, she nearly fainted with excitement. Perhaps he wouldn't run away! Perhaps she had found in the boy exactly what she had always secretly wanted, a young willing partner, a partner in pleasure who couldn't hurt her when they fucked, who couldn't remind her of the wickedness and cruelty of her rapist father.