The twins looked almost exactly alike, although a few years before neither one of them had liked it very much, now they were beginning to enjoy it thoroughly. Not only were they each other's best friend and confidant, but they were able to derive a great deal of pleasure by mystifying friends and relatives with their uncanny resemblance. At thirteen, Bennie and Tim thought themselves to be at the height of their intelligence, and perhaps they were.

"They're doing it!" announced Tim. "I'm sure of it!"

"Let's go see!" cried Bennie. The boy's blue eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at his brother. Both boy's freckles were arranged in perfectly symmetrical and identical patterns across their noses, only Bennie had a distinguishing extra freckle on his right ear. But because they wore their hair at almost shoulder length, this freckle was rarely visible.

"You bet!" replied Tim, and they were both scrambling out the door of the house across the perfectly kept green lawn and toward the garage.

When they reached the door they paused, however. "This calls for stealth, Bennie!" Tim whispered. "We can't make a sound or they'll hear us and stop what they're doing!"

Tim was the natural leader and they both accepted this, him being a few minutes older than his brother. "Right!" Bennie replied. "Stealth it is!"

With exceeding care Tim pulled the garage door open just enough so the two boys could squeeze through the narrow opening. Dressed in T-shirts, shorts, and sneakers without socks, they looked the picture of wholesome American youth, but within their cunning little minds the boys felt a strong determination to prove themselves to be the very opposite of what they appeared.

"Listen!" Tim cautioned his brother, and they stood stock still there in the dimness of the garage. From the direction of the car came the unmistakable voice of their future stepmother.

"Do it to me, Don. Take me now, honey!" She was completely naked and cramped in the confining back seat of the Buick; before her Don, too, had removed the last article of his clothing, except his shoes and socks, which he felt would take too long to put back on.