She could curse him all she liked, she thought, biting at her perpetually pouting lower lip… but it hadn't been his fault, had it? Face it, Karen, you blubbering little fool, if it hadn't been for your insane frigidity you would be together at this moment! Go on, face it! Think back and think hard!

That's right, open your mind… remember those soft, balmy summer nights when you were going together?… two whole years you teased and taunted him with your body… wanting him as badly as he did you… leading him on to that near impossible stopping point, until he would be almost out of his mind with desire… and then, your morals would gurgle up into your throat… prudistic bile… the molten transmutation of a too severe, religious upbringing, until in horrified repugnance you would fend him off… and only because he loved you… because he respected you… had he reluctantly given in.

Oh God, it was inevitable! She realized that now… had for a long time… It was following a dance and they'd both had too much to drink. Graduation was only a month away and they planned to be married the week after. Already, Jeff had a place in a small office of architects who were handling some veteran housing projects for the government. It was a magnificent start for him, and she would be able to write. They'd bath been so happy; had thought or talked of nothing else but their life together and the home Jeff was going to design and build for them. Karen smiled softly to herself as she remembered.

That night they had gone to their usual secluded, private parking place, climbing into the back seat where they would have room for their limited nature of love-games.