"If it didn't hurt so much," she whined.

"You're going to be like your mother," Doug warned.

"No!" Angie said angrily.

"Give yourself a chance to get used to it," Doug pleaded. "It probably doesn't hurt when it's done right. I'll try to help you. Come on, let me fuck you once more. Please?"

Angie couldn't resist his begging eyes. "Okay. Once more. Only."

"It'll be better next time, you'll see," he said confidently. "We'll be able to tell Brad lots of things."

"Not that we did it," Angie objected.

"Not that," he agreed.

"Are you sure we can find some good books?" she worried.

"Lots of them. The library must be full of them."

"I've never run across any," she said pensively.

"If I don't find any book, I'll spy on my parents," he said grandly.

Angie gasped in shock, "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" Doug said boldly. "They're always encouraging me in my research work."

A picture of Doug peeking out from a closet at his parents humping in bed filled Angie's mind. She started to giggle uncontrollably. Doug caught her hysteria. They wrapped their arms around each other and rolled on the bed, laughing wildly.

CHAPTER TWO

Angie was lying on a down-filled bed, dreaming. Out of the darkness, a man's voice softly whispered in her ear. "I love you." A gentle breath in her ear sent thrills through her body. She turned toward him and held his arms out toward him. Eagerly, he came into her arms and twined his own about her. She delighted feeling his body against hers. His strong sinewy muscles were commanding and protective. They kissed and fires started burning within her. Their fingers began to explore each other. Her mind began to reel as passion consumed her.

Suddenly, an intense light came on, so bright that it dazzled her closed eyes.