Alex's was actually small compared to them, but it had a certain fascination about it, even flaccid. She stared at the soft pink thing, about five inches long and as big around as, maybe, a garden hose. Alex held it complacently in one hand and let out a horse-like stream of piss. He sort of played at making a design of bubbles in the toilet bowl and seemed disappointed when finished. She would have loved to take it in her hand and see what it was like.

As Alex was stuffing it back into his pajamas, she hesitantly inquired, "That is very nice, Alex, may I look at it some more?" "Ya, you don't have one, do you?" "No, but I have something nice, too."

What Alex said next almost caused her to keel over: "I know. Ma lets me see her's and if I'm good she lets me play around it. It is fun to mess around in there, but it gets messy and I have to wash my hands and I hate to wash my hands and Ma sure acts funny. She gets all excited and bounces around and screams, but she won't let me stop. She says someday maybe she will show me some more things to do. Can I play with your's?"

Well, with an introduction like that, what could she do? Trembling with anticipation, she managed to get out, "Sure, let's go back out to the sofa, it's too crowded in here."

They both rushed back out the narrow door, and just like the Keystone Cops, they wedged themselves. This was the second time Jeane could actually recall touching a Jim's bare skin. This time the touch was more electric than in the pool.

After some struggling they freed themselves and raced for the sofa. They tied, and flung themselves down on the narrow mattress.

"Tell me what your mother does now, Alex." "She just takes off her clothes and lays down on the bed. Then she tells me to get a big gob of spit and lick it all around her house until it is real wet, then she tells me to pretend the little man is a soda and then I get to play with the little man and go in the house."