He tried to analyze what had happened. He'd been awfully hot outside her but as soon as he'd got in, he'd become instantaneously hotter. And then he couldn't recall what had happened. Exactly. Was that all there was to it? He was disappointed. He had expected more than a transient intense feeling and then whammo, nothing! He really hadn't felt much. Most of the excitement came from the knowledge that he, Douglas Fleming, had finally and actually had intercourse with a live girl.

Angie felt battered physically and mentally. Pain ached between her legs. Her thoughts spun in a senseless whirl. Every nerve end tingled. Emotions flickered lightning-like throughout her body. She felt dirtied – raped. How animal! Repulsive! How could men like it? Did they?

"Did you like it, Doug?" she finally managed to stammer out.

"Well, not a lot," Doug hedged. "It happened too fast. Sudden like. Did you feel it?"

"No. It hurt. I don't see how anyone enjoys it. My mother must be right. It's only for men to enjoy."

"This is just the first time," Doug argue. "In science you don't build your theories on the first experiment. Or on negative evidence."

"But what if that's all there is to it?"

Doug snorted. "Highly unlikely. Why are adults always so crazy about it?"

"I'm sure I don't know. And I don't care to," she added petulantly.

Doug tried to reason it out. "If adults like it so much, there must be a pleasurable feeling to it or they wouldn't do it. If we didn't feel pleasure, we mustn't have done it right. Therefore, the sex act has to be learned, I guess."

"Animals don't have to learn it," Angie said.

"Most of them live by instinct. Humans are animals too, but specialized animals. They differ from the lower animals in several ways. They have to learn lots of things – why not the sex act?"

Angie felt cheated.