Fran felt herself lapsing into a contented sleep. To think that she had been so filled with hatred for her husband such a short while before, and all because of that silly business about his brother coming for a visit. It seemed to her suddenly that it wouldn't be at all as bad as she was making it out to be. Perhaps she could even turn her brother-in-law Morgan's arrival into something beneficial for her! The tingling pleasure that still pervaded her loins colored her mental state, and feeling nothing but optimism for the future, Fran fell into blissful unconsciousness.

"Whew!" Little Jeanie got up from the floor of the hall, her knees aching from the long moments she'd been in one cramped position crouched before her parents' bedroom door. It seemed to her that her ear was burning so much it might fall off, and as she wandered in a trancelike state back to her own room, the precocious ten year old muttered odd snatches of sentences to herself. Her slight, youthful body was trembling as she entered the privacy of her room and headed toward her own bed.

"If only I'd known…" she said to herself, "that they had that between them. Why, it explains… it explains everything!"

Dreamily, Jeanie undid the robe she wore over her white nightgown and jumped into bed, pulling the covers up over her blonde head. Beneath the sheets she was aware as if for the first time of her own pubescent body, aware of the subtle changes that had just started within her, changes that now made more sense than ever before! The tiny swellings of her breasts, so sore to the touch and tender, did not seem so much of a bother as before, and now she understood why her mother had expressed surprise at noting that she was "developing early". Most of the girls in her class didn't have any breasts at all yet, except for Cindy, of course, who already wore a brassiere.

Over and over again the young girl repeated the phrases she'd heard her mother and father utter during the throes of their passion together.