Slut! Pam thought as she turned away and opened the door of the museum.

Well, at least masturbation was better than giving your body to some sex-crazed boy in school. Pam herself masturbated occasionally, but only when absolutely necessary, when she couldn't stand the sexual frustration any longer. Both she and Cissy were virgins, saving themselves for their husbands-to-be. Pam knew she could hold off until her own wedding night, but she often worried about Cissy. Cissy seemed to become more and more obsessed with guys everyday.

The air conditioning dried the sweat on Pam's forehead. She hadn't realized just how hot the spring day was until she'd stepped inside the museum. She pitied Cissy, sitting out there in the hot sun, but she wasn't going to hurry on Cissy's account. Cissy had chosen to stay out there in the sun. If Cissy had to wait an hour for Pam, or two hours, it was Cissy's own fault.

In the basement restroom, Pam straightened her hair in front of a mirror. How much more mature and sophisticated she looked than Cissy!

Her brunette hair, with its auburn tint, was longer than Cissy's hair, and pulled back in a ponytail. She was taller and more slender than Cissy. Her features weren't round like Cissy's but were more finely chiseled. Unfortunately, she had a turned-up nose with freckles on it, which made her look more girlish than she would have liked; however, nobody's perfect, she always told herself.

The museum was almost deserted. Occasionally, Pam encountered a family here or there, but for the most part she was by herself as she made her way from one exhibit to the next. In a room dedicated to the state's Indian tribes, her eye was caught by the life-size, bronze sculpture of a naked Indian brave. The sculptor hadn't bothered to hide the young brave's cock with a fig leaf, and Pam inspected it closely and at length, from time to time glancing nervously and self-consciously back over her shoulder to see if anybody was coming into the room.