No answer.

He tried the door knob gently. It turned. He opened the door slowly and peeked in. Angie was sitting on the toilet, staring at the floor in front of her.

Doug stepped into the bathroom, walked into her line of vision and stopped.

Angie's eyes slowly took in the long bony feet; they followed up the hairy skinny legs and on up to the bony knees just below the edge of the ruffle. Then her eyes jumped to his face.

Doug simpered. "When is the slumber party going to start?"

He looked so grotesque pretending to be a girl that Angie had to laugh, "Now. I'll be right out," she said when she could stop laughing.

"Hurreee," Doug said in a forced feminine falsetto. "I've got so much to tell you. And we've got so much to do!"

Angie started laughing again and motioned him out.

Doug fluttered his fingers goodbye to her and clowned like a showgirl before he closed the door. He grinned to himself as he slipped out of the nightie and climbed into bed. He laid his glasses on the nightstand. The price one had to pay for a woman! He felt old and experienced.

Angie bustled into the room, avoiding his eyes. She turned down the stereo. "It's too light in here." She turned off the lamp; the room became black. Shyly, she climbed into bed beside him.

His angular firm body felt strange and exciting to her. Each time she felt a part of his body touch hers – a shoulder or a leg or a hip – electric sparks flashed through her body and she would edge away nervously. She'd never felt like this before.

The excitement of feeling Angie's softly rounded body near his erected his penis. He put out a hand to touch her, but she pulled away.

"You said you would, Angie," he reminded her in a low voice.

"It feels funny and I'm a little afraid," she whimpered in her low little girl voice.