I said this without intending to carry out the threat just then, for I wished to see what effect the menace would have. I might have saved my breath, for she maintained the same stolid stare. Slowly I drew my finger down the stout central seam of her jeans seat. The seam was drawn deep and taut between her bottom-cheeks, their lower fatness gently closing over it, then it strained under her legs, almost running between the lips of her cunt, whose shape appeared as a soft swell. For the first time, the hard impudent stare faltered.

"You must mend your manners a little," I said. "The next time that men choose to admire you, show yourself thankful for their flattery. Life will be hard for you otherwise."

She shook her fringe again. "What are you going to do to me?" Her first words were spoken grudgingly.

"Little as you deserve it, Noreen, you shall receive love's elixir inside you."

She looked uneasy at this, for she feared a swollen belly more than anything else.

"Have no fear," I said, it will be in a place where no babies are conceived."

My open hand was now smoothing lightly over her strapping young seat. As the meaning of this penetrated, she made a show of protesting vigorously.

"Don't be foolish, Noreen. I'm sure something quite as large has often passed that way."

By now I was undoing her belt and easing her pants down to her knees. A moment more, and I was able to admire in their perfect nudity the hard-exercised young thighs and the well-made cheeks of Noreen's bottom.

"You have yourself to blame," I said gently. "By refusing the offer at first, you have earned second-best. Be a sensible girl and accept what must be. Perhaps you will then enjoy it more readily."