Picking up speed the Jaguar powered around a sharp bend. Every second now Sally was becoming more passionately desperate. God, if she could only find some young boys in a quiet secluded place. Only then, when she had acted out her licentious fantasy in front of them, would she be cured of the terrible headache and nervous trembling that afflicted her.

Row after row of dark pine trees whizzed by on either side of the road until a grassy clearing opened up. Sally slammed on the brake as she suddenly caught sight of two young boys playing a harmless game of catch. God… at last, she breathed in relief, pulling the car hurriedly over to the side of the road.

From the distance the two handsome youngsters looked to be fifteen or sixteen. The oldest boy, who had removed his tee-shirt, was taller than his stocky friend, and Sally could see his youthfully well-formed muscles straining sensually as he leaped up in the air with his glove for an overthrown ball. Already the lascivious excitement of wild anticipation was crawling like a furry caterpillar all over her passion-starved body. This was the perfect place. No one in the world would ever discover her here!

But as this reassuring thought flashed through her mind, the black Plymouth rounded the last bend before the hollow. Completely oblivious to the man who was shadowing her, Sally's eagerly aroused body began to shiver with tingling excitement. She slid out from behind the driver's seat, slammed the door shut and set out to pick her way carefully through the uncut grass toward the bowl-shaped hollow below where she had sighted the young boys.