The sun shone in the window of the classroom. Angie dropped her English book on her desk and sat down noisily. Mr. Thornton stopped writing sentences on the blackboard and turned around to look.
"Feeling frustrated today, Angie?" he asked, kindly.
Every time Angie saw Mr. Thornton lately, he disturbed her. He turned her on and that bothered her. He was too good-looking to be just a high school English teacher. And he wasn't that much older than she – fresh out of collage.
"It's too good a day to stay inside," she replied grumpily.
"The afternoon will soon be over," he said soothingly. He turned back to the blackboard and began writing again.
Angie hunched over her desk, resting her head on her hands. She stared at his right arm moving up and down as it wrote. He had nice long arms, Mr. Thornton. She wondered how they'd feel wrapped around her neck. They'd be strong and sure, she just knew. And the smell of lime aftershave lotion would be strong. Her eyes crossed a little as she sat lost in her daydream.
A poke in her ribs awakened her rudely. "Hey, Ange. Why are you staring at Mr. Thornton so funny?" Keith asked nosily.
Angie's face burned bright red. "I wasn't even looking at him," she said haughtily. "I was just looking straight ahead."
"I saw ya!" Keith looked at her slyly out of the corners of his eyes. "You were too."
"Oh, leave me alone," Angie said shortly.
"Don't get uptight," Keith said appeasingly. "I didn't mean anything by it."
"You're the one who made something of it," Angie retorted.
Keith tried to appease her. "It's too nice outdoors to stay inside."
"Yeah," Angie agreed. "Same way I feel."
The tardy bell rang. The late students clattered in, banging books on their desks, banging their bodies against everything. A short, heavy-set boy banged his body against Angie's desk purposely, gave her a knowing look, and sat down in the seat across the aisle from her.
Angie knew who he was – Sonny Van Dozen – but she only knew him by sight. His father was a mechanic or something so he'd never been invited to the same she'd been. She gave him a dirty look and haughtily turned her head away.
Sonny kept looking at her all during the class. Angie tried to ignore him. To concentrate on Mr. Thornton who was talking away. He was so handsome. She wished she had been old enough to go to collage with him. He had such lovely eyes with long curly brown eyelashes. And those lips! When he smiled he made her melt inside. She sighed and stared at him hungrily, not hearing a word he said.
Suddenly she heard a soft noise and felt a sharp sting on the side of her head. "OW!" she said loudly, clapping a hand over the spot. She looked around to see what had hit her. A big spitwad lay in the aisle. When she looked up, her eyes met Sonny's. He grinned familiarly at her.
"Bastard!" she whispered. She stuck her tongue out at him and made a dirty sign with her fingers at him.
Mr. Thornton eyed her sternly. "Miss Marlowe, how do you spell aggravate?"
Angie straightened up guiltily. She looked at him anxiously, not wanting to make a mistake. "A-g-r-a-v-a-t-e?"
Mr. Thornton's look was disapproving. His manner said plainer than words, "You've not been listening." His glance surveyed the class. "Ellen?"
"A-g-g-r-a-v-a-t-e, aggravate!" Ellen said smugly, giving Angie a triumphant look.
"Thank you, Ellen," Mr. Thornton said, smiling at her.
Humiliation filled Angie's soul. She looked down at her desk and bit her lips to choke off the rising sob. How could Mr. Thornton treat her so cruelly? Smiling at that slob, Ellen. A heavy depression settled on her.
Somehow Angie managed to get through the rest of her classes. The clock freed her of school at three o'clock and she was happy to leave. She looked forward to closing herself in her room with only Salome for company. They would listen to rock-n-roll records and not think about the terrible time she'd had in her English class.
She walked along briskly, not paying attention to anybody around her. The running feet she heard behind her, she ignored. But when they caught up to her and her arm was grabbed, she looked around surprised, Sonny Van Dozen? What did he want with her?
He grinned at her in an insulting manner. "You sure walk fast for a girl," he said cheerily. "I was afraid I wouldn't catch up with ya."
Angie recoiled from his familiarity. It made her heart feel cold. Everything about him repelled her – his short stocky body, his pale freckled skin, those clowning grinning teeth. I wish you hadn't caught up with me, she thought. Out loud she said, "What do you want?"
Sonny was taken aback by her directness. He didn't have an answer. He turned red and started giggling uncontrollably.
Angie looked at him disgusted. "Well?" she said impatiently.
"Duhh," Sonny tried to think of something to say.
"My mother expects me to go right home," Angie said. "Go home and think of what you wanted to ask me. You can ask me at school tomorrow."
She turned and hurried away.
Sonny stared at her open-mouthed. She sure was a fast thinker! He licked his lips. He knew what he wanted from her all right. He just didn't know how to tell her. He trotted off after her, following a short distance behind. How was he going to work it?
Angie heard his steps following after her. She speeded up her pace, he speeded up. She slowed her pace, he slowed his. Damn him! She war, nearing a small park that was only a block from her house. Quickly she looked around to see if anyone, else was near. No one was. She felt frightened.
She stopped and faced Sonny. "You leave me alone," she shouted.
Sonny had seen her looking around. He had seen there wasn't a soul in the park besides them also. The inane grin reappeared on his moonface. He walked faster towards her.
Terrified, Angie dropped her books and started running. If only someone would come walking in the park! But no one did. She began to pant, partly from her exertions and partly from her fears. She heard Sonny's running steps get louder behind her. Desperately she tried to speed up. The running feet got closer and closer. She was beginning to wheeze. Her sides ached but she kept running. A strong hand gripped her arm. She cried out and struggled to free herself. Two hands imprisoned her arms in a vise-like grip.
"You are a fast one, ain't ya?" Sonny sneered.
"Oh, please! Let me go," Angie begged. "What do you want with me?"
"I've heard about you," Sonny sneered. "A real pussy swinger they say."
Shock immobilized her. The boys. They'd been talking. How could they? After all she'd done for them!
"They're lies. All lies," Angie screamed. "I've never done anything. Really I haven't."
"Not from what I heard," Sonny said jovially. "And I aim to get me a piece of what you bee throwin' around too!"
He started pushing Angie off the path toward some bushes.
Angie refused to pick up her feet. She held her legs stiff so he couldn't make her walk.
"No, no," she wailed piteously.
Roughly Sonny dragged her behind the bushes. He pushed her down on her knees in front of him.
"You can't, you can't," Angie kept repeating.
Holding her tightly with one hand, he used the other to unzip his fly and to pull his still flaccid penis out. It hung outside his pants like an obscene banana. Stealthily, he looked around to be sure no one was coming.
Angie was quick to notice. "A policeman goes by here every hour. He should be here any minute."
"You're just trying to scare me," he said. He pinched her arm cruelly in his grasp. All the same, he worried. Maybe she was telling the truth. She lived near here; he didn't. He didn't know this park because it was too far from his home. He hesitated.
Angie made a move to get up. Why didn't someone come to save her?
Sonny shoved her back down brutally. "Not so fast. We won't take time to ball today. Save that for another time. We'll take a quicker trip."
At first Angie didn't know what he meant. Quicker trip? Sonny didn't waste his time explaining. He stepped up close to her, put his left foot on her right calf lying on the ground, anchoring it there. His wrinkled penis dangled in her front of her face. His stale body odors sickened her. Oh no! Not that dirty thing. Her stomach convulsed, wanting to vomit. Turning her head away from him, she pulled her lips inside her mouth and held her jaw tightly closed. Please, God, send someone to save me!
Sonny's eyes gleamed. That little whore, thinking she was too fine for him. Her hoity-toity manners. Throwing her little ass around in front of every boy at school. He'd show her. He knew about all that balling she'd been doing. Overheard Brad and his gang bragging about it. Well, he'd take his too. It was only fair.
"Open up," he ordered. He pushed his half-erect penis against her cheek, her ear, her chin, her forehead.
Angie cringed away from the probing organ. She leaned over, holding her head close to the ground. This couldn't be happening to her! Raped by the worst boy in school!
Sonny smiled sadistically. "Want some persuading, huh?" He stepped down hard on her right leg. Angie cried out. Quickly he let go of her arm and grabbed her shiny black hair. He jerked her head up, pulling hard on her hair until he saw tears come to her eyes.
"Please," Angie begged. "P-please." If only someone would come!
Sonny laughed at the pain he saw in her eyes.
"You want a broken leg?" He shifted more weight on her leg. The heel of his shoe smashed painfully into her calf, making an angry red welt. Angie whimpered.
"You want no hair?" He yanked her head back.
Angie's necked ached at the unnatural angle he was forcing it into.
He pressed his penis against her infolded mouth. "Take it!"
Angie's eyes clouded with pain. She could see he meant it. The shoe cut deeper into her leg. A scream started deep in her throat and forced its way out. Sonny watched her mouth opening and held his penis ready to ram it in. Before the sound could escape, it was cut off by his slowly hardening cock. Angie felt its length slither across her tongue. She tasted its stale sweat. It palpitated in her mouth softly as though it were already going to explode. No, no, no! Don't let it happen to her!
Sonny began sliding the big prick in and out. Her warm wet mouth gave it a pleasing jolt. He kept moving it in and out, feeling his desire rise in it.
Angie could feel each hair ache at its root. And the pain in her leg was steady. This couldn't be happening to her! This obscene rape of her mouth. She closed her eyes. Her brain wouldn't work. She couldn't think straight. She felt helpless. Like a robot she watched the long yellow cock move in and out of her wide stretched lips. The picture of his yellowed stump protruding from the brownish nest of pubic hair above and the big engorged balls below seared deep into her mind. Please save me, somebody, was all she could think.
"Start sucking, gang fucker," she heard him order above her head. Fearfully, nervously, she began moving her tongue and lips. The taste in her mouth, the smell in her nostrils overwhelmed her. Her whole body shuddered, trying to retch. Her mouth convulsed open wider, preparing to vomit. The bodily juices hung in her throat.
Sonny jammed his thick shaft in harder, filling her throat. The foul spittle hung at the top of her throat with the vomit. She couldn't swallow them. She mustn't. The penis worked in and out of her mouth, cutting off her breath. She tried not to breathe. Choking and gagging, the spittle and the vomit fell down into her stomach. Aaagh! She could taste it all the way down. She tried not to think of what she was doing. But she couldn't. Not with that thing in her mouth and his testicles slapping her chin. His repulsive body odors polluted the air around her head.
Sonny watched his big dick slide into her pretty little mouth and slide out. Lightning sensations shot up his spine. He gloated. Now he had her pretty haughty face just where he wanted it. Lapping up at his balls. He gloried in watching her lick and suck his prick as if it were a yellow lollipop. Watching her beautiful red lips move stirred his excitement deep within him. Her bobbing head inspired his penis with its rhythm. His hips writhed and strained as if he were in the spasmodic throes of death.
Angle could no longer fight against the hardened shaft thrusting in and out of her mouth. Weakened from pain and lack of oxygen, she let it move into her mouth without resistance. She felt it stretching and expanding more and more. The thought of what was coming repelled her. Futilely she tried to twist her body away. To pull her mouth away from his hideous bloated organ. In vain. Where was somebody? To save her.
Sonny's eyes began rolling in his head. Swaying his body rhythmically, he gathered his strength for a last effort, then sunk his shaft deep down her throat hard.
"Lick it, baby," he crooned. "For all you're worth."
Hopelessly, she fought to breathe. She heard him crooning and swearing and groaning with delight as his semen burst out of his penis, showering in her mouth and filled it. Her cheek swelled outward, painfully full. The raging rush seemed to last forever. She tried to open her aching jaws wider to let it pour out of her mouth. Some dripped out, but not fast enough. She mustn't swallow it. Not a drop. But her mouth filled quickly and it put pressure on her cheeks. She strained to hold it but her overtired cheek muscles relaxed and she swallowed. Her face turned deathly pale with her effort. The lack of oxygen weakened her body. She felt herself begin to sway. Her mind turned off. It seemed to far away. A swift realization streaked through her mind – you're fainting. Her body relaxed. Semen poured down her throat and down her chin. Her crumpled body dangled from Sonny's hand still clutching her hair. She swallowed the pungent liquid desperately to keep from choking.
Relief pervaded Sonny's body. He looked down at Angie. At her tangled black hair, her semen-spattered face. The bitch had been spitting it out.
"One last thrill, baby." He pulled her face into his loins.
Half-aroused, Angie glimpsed his obnoxious penis rushing toward her eyes. She shut them tightly. The round rubbery hose pressed into the side of her nose, smearing the remainder of his sperm across her lips and chin. The disgusting smell emanating from his wiry pubic hair was even stronger.
Sonny held her there a long moment, sadistically enjoying the tears squeezing out of her closed eyelids.
"That'll take care of you," he said in a mean tone.
He pushed her down on the ground, looked around to see if anyone was in sight, and then stalked off, zipping his fly as he went, without a backward glance at Angie.
Angie lay crumpled on the grass like a battered rag doll. She lay there stupefied for several minutes. Slowly her mind cleared. Oh, why hadn't someone come to the park and saved her? Why had she had to undergo such a horrible rape? Too unspeakable to think about. Hatred welled up in her. Hatred for all men. Especially Sonny. And Brad, who had also used her. And Doug, who had started her on sex. She cursed the day she first tried it. Why had she thought it was so great? It sure as hell wasn't all the time. Wearily, she sat up, straightened her clothing, and smoothed her hair. She had to go back and pick up her books. She hoped her mother didn't see her come in the door.
As soon as she got home she took a shower. A long one. She kept rinsing her mouth with water and spitting it out. She soaped herself two or three times, trying to wash away the obscene act that she had been forced to endure. She was a very subdued Angie as she stood there, washing her sins away. Conflicting emotions about sex arose in her. How could she both hate it and love it? Desire it and be repelled by it? She decided sex was a very personal thing. You had to like a person before you could enjoy it. Of course, she really hadn't liked Robbie all that much but she did sympathize with him. Probably that was why she hadn't minded with him. But that Sonny. Yetch! She'd never let him get close to her again. Not even in class. No matter how much her body wanted to, she would never consent to having sex with Sonny. Under any circumstances. Those foul odors of his! Good God! Last Friday. She really hadn't had that much fun. Too many boys. She wished Brad wouldn't bring any more guys than there already was. There was a limit. Word was getting around. She might get caught. Her parents find out. Her mind contemplated that thought for a long moment. If she could only go back! Back to being just a girl again. Unsexed. Ignorant. Well, not ignorant. She had been very curious. If she had known more about it, she might not have tried it. Wouldn't have been so curious. Knowing but inexperienced. That was the best. For girls her age. Fourteen. She wondered if Mary Jane had tried it. Probably not. She was such a ninny. But prudish. She wished she could go back again. To innocence. But the boys wouldn't let her. Nor her body. Once it was aroused. Innocence could be lost only once.
That night when she laid down to sleep, disturbed thoughts flickered in her mind. Trouble had gone to bed with her and wouldn't let her sleep. Her body was tense, keyed up. The more she thought about her fears the more formidable and real they became. What if someone had seen her in the park with Sonny? And just stood and watched them? They might tell her mother. Maybe the boys were talking too much and too often about the Friday nights. Maybe someone was calling up her mother right now. Her body shivered under the warm covers.
It seemed to her that she didn't fall asleep all night. Anxiety and fear lurked in her brain, playing games with her emotions. She watched the dusk turn to darkness. Safe in the blackness, she reviewed the humiliations she had undergone that day. They had started in English class. When Mr. Thornton had been angry with her. All over again she felt the sting of rejection. Tears flooded out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. A stream flowed into her mouth and she swallowed them until she began to dislike their salty taste.
Mr. Thornton shouldn't have done that to me, she thought. She imagined going up to him and saying, "Mr. Thornton, you're my favorite teacher. I try very hard to please you."
Then what would he say? "Miss Marlowe, I've been so busy I hadn't noticed. But I will from now on. If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry."
"Well, you did a little," Angie would say.
"I want to make it up to you. It's 3:30. Almost cocktail time. Let me buy you a drink at the Adobe Inn."
"Mr. Thornton! I'm too young to go there."
"Well, then, how about my place?"
"Just a quick one. My mother doesn't like me to, you know."
"What will you have?"
"Uh-h-h. Scotch."
"On the rocks? Or?"
"Oh, just some orange juice."
"That's an odd combination. Sure you want it?"
"Of course. I always drink it."
"Here you are. Skol."
They raised their glasses and toasted each other. Then Angie tipped her glass and took a big swallow. Yuck! It tasted awful. But she couldn't let on to Mr. Thornton that she didn't know how to drink. She smiled at him.
Mr. Thornton smacked his lips. "I needed that." He cocked his head to one side and stared at her. "You know. You have lovely lips."
"Oh, Mr. Thornton!"
"You do," he said seriously. He moved closer to her. "Just a little kiss."
Angie remembered. She mustn't. She'd given up sex. She ran away from him. "No, Mr. Thornton. No, no!"
Mr. Thornton turned half-crazed with passion. "I must have you!" he shouted.
Angie felt like a bird in a cage. Her heart pounding wildly, she beat on the doors and windows of the room trying to get out. Mr. Thornton lunged at her. He caught her sleeve. Savagely he pulled at it. A loud sound of cloth ripping. He was tearing her dress off! She threw her arms across her chest to cover her naked breasts.
He'd already seen them. Her pert ivory mounds with their pink erect tips pointing at him. He slavered at the mouth. He grabbed for them with both hands. Oh, to squeeze the softness out of them!
Angie ran wildly about the room, barely escaping his grasp, bumping into furniture – chairs and end tables. Goose pimples popped up all over her half-naked body. She had only a half-slip and panties on.
Mr. Thornton tackled her from behind. Their flying bodies crashed onto the floor. Angie's breath was knocked out of her. Stars danced before her eyes. She half-passed out. She felt Mr. Thornton tearing at her half-slip. He was ripping it off. Oh, no! She screamed with fright. She felt his hands on her hips. Laughing wickedly, he pulled off her bikini panties.
Waving them excitedly in the air, he danced around the room crying, "Beautiful! Beautiful!" Then he hung them up on the chandelier. "Run them up on the mast," he shouted crazily, "so everyone can see."
Angie stood naked in the middle of the room. She posed her arms and legs. She was pretending to be the statue of Venus. Mr. Thornton ran all around the room looking for her. But he couldn't. Even though she was right there. In plain sight! Not finding her, he took out a big bull whip and began flicking it about the room. C-c-rack! C-crack! The leather tip swung by her ears, barely missing them. Then it flicked by her face, hissing like a snake. It cracked at her feet. She began dancing to escape the tip. Then she began running. The leather wished across her back, leaving a diagonal cut. Blood poured out at one end.
"Come on, tigress," Mr. Thornton shouted, "fight with me." Abruptly, he lunged at her, grabbing a breast in each hand and pushed her down on a bed.
Angie felt herself falling. She screamed. Her arms and legs whipped outward to stop herself falling. She fell and fell. She could see Mr. Thornton's naked body falling too. He would land right on top of her! She saw his broad white shoulders. Brown hair on his furry chest. His big desire-hardened cock protruding from his wiry brown pubic hair. The cock grew bigger and bigger. It was pointed straight at her. Straight at the hot, hungry little hole between her legs! Her body hit bottom and lay spread-eagled.
Mr. Thornton's eyes bugged out when he saw her widespread legs. Her red vaginal lips open and ready for him. His penis shot into her vagina like an arrow, disappearing up to the hilt. He ground it around deep up in her quivering little belly for the pleasure of it. A big smile on his face.
Angie screeched in pain. She felt his giant cock throb inside the moist softness of her throbbing cuntal passage for a few seconds. She had lost her virginity again! Oh, how deep he had penetrated her! Setting her insides on fire. Against her will. His wildly rotating cock skewered her to the floor.
A deep-throated groan reverberated throughout his body. His animal lust flared. He began to fuck her savagely with long hard strokes. His giant prick pulled all the way out – poised glistening with lubrication – and pushed deep back in her. All the way.
Angie was helplessly impaled on his monstrous shaft. It tore viciously at her insides at each stroke. She groaned and writhed her body under the driving force of it. His rotating hips pounded down on hers. The weight of his heavy body crushed hers to the floor.
"Mr. Thornton," she cried. "Stop! My mother doesn't like me to fuck!"
"Weird," he said. "Does she want to keep all the fun for herself?"
"No. She's frigid."
"Good! Then you can make up for her to the world," he said as he plunged his rigid white shaft deeper and deeper into her. The muscles of his body flexed and tightened at the command of the living cock pumping madly up and down, sliding around in circles inside her rapidly expanding soft void. He muttered unintelligible obscenities as he kneaded and tore at the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks, thighs, back, and neck. Raising red welt. Hurting her.
In wild excitement, his hands grabbed her calves and thrust her legs up viciously until her thighs were bent clear back to her shoulders. Her buttocks cracked open revealing her tight, puckered little anus. Above it, her vagina gaped open, seeping warm colorless sexual lubrication. Her erect clitoris poked its hard head out from her bright-red engorged vaginal lips. He ground his teeth at the sight. Sadistic list contorted his face into a mask of cruelty. His excited cock battered into her, up and down, up and down. He worked over her body feverishly. Riding the waves of passion.
Angie's legs ached from being pushed so far back. Her anus stung every time his heavy balls slapped against it. A tunnel of pain was blazed into her by his huge devilish penis. She realized now. She was just another piece of female flesh to Mr. Thornton. To be fucked at will. How could someone nice be so mean? He had always seemed nice to her. Sweet and smiling. Not this wild beast energetically desecrating her young body. It couldn't be him. She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of this bestial animal ravishing her tender loins. Her innocent ivory-skinned body. 99% pure. Her pleas for mercy settled into helpless muffled groans. She was pinioned under him and there was nothing she could do about it.
He fucked her vigorously. His passion mounted and he rode her with a sadistic delight, smashing madly into the softness of her body. He wanted to smash it flat. To beat it into submission. A bestial cry grated out from deep within him. With fast short strokes, his painfully hardened penis contracted deep within her. And then his penis went off like a steam whistle, spurting sperm all over inside her. She could feel the pressure of it beating steadily against her walls. His penis and his sperm filled her up tightly. Can he get it out of me? she worried. What if it's stuck in me? We'll have to stick together forever. The idea was too horrible to think about.
Finally, his raping machine stopped firing. She felt it become soft and small inside her. Mr. Thornton's heavy body collapsed on hers. She felt his now-little penis tickle around in her. So little and harmless now, the former wild, raging beast. She began to laugh. She laughed and laughed until she choked.
Angie opened her eyes, feeling horribly depressed. Where was Mr. Thornton? Her mother mustn't find him here! She'd tell the School Board on him if he wouldn't go. She sat up in bed and stared around her. Why, she was in her room. Alone. There was no one here. She had been dreaming. And it had seemed so real! Realer than Friday nights. She laid back down to consider it. She couldn't go on this way. Thinking about sex all the time. Day and night. Even dreaming it. She couldn't study. She couldn't do anything else.
She laid there thinking what a mess she'd made of her life. It had started all in fun. But now the fun was gone and only the bitter reality remained. She was caught between her lust and that of the boys and her mother's orders. Unless she was very lucky it would just be a matter of time before she was caught and her secret spread all over. When her mother found out, then what? She couldn't imagine.
At school the next day, she felt really weird in Mr. Thornton's class. As if she shouldn't be there because of what happened in her dream. She studied his shoulders to see if they were as wide as the ones he had in her dreams. They looked about the same size. Her glance traveled down to his crotch. What did it look like? Would it be as big as it had been in her dream? Big enough to get stuck in her? She couldn't tell a thing from his flat crotch. He must be wearing awfully tight jockey shorts, she decided. If she grazed it with a finger – accidentally – she bet she could bring it to life. She could just feel his hard shaft push up inside her…
"Miss Marlowe!" she heard his voice say sternly.
She jerked to attention. "Yes?"
"Will you please stop daydreaming on class time?"
"Yes, Mr. Thornton," she answered automatically. If you only knew the night dream, she thought to herself.
When it came time to go home, she really got scared. She couldn't see Sonny anymore. Maybe he was already in the park, hiding behind some bushes. Waiting for her. I just can't go home alone, she thought. She looked over the crowd of kids around her, trying to see someone she knew. Only one popped into view – Doug. Dammit, she thought just when I need them, Brad and the others, they aren't around. She didn't want to talk to Doug. It would be too embarrassing. They were strangers now. But when she thought alternative – Sonny lying in wait in the park – well, Doug seemed pretty harmless by comparison. She let herself be mixed up in the crowd of kids and swept toward Doug.
"Oh, hi!" she said, surprised to see him.
He looked at her somberly. "Hi."
"Mind if I talk with you?" she asked innocently.
Doug shrugged his shoulders.
"How have you been?" she asked curiously.
"Fine," he said shortly.
They were away from the crows now and near the park. Angie looked around her warily. Today the park had five people in it. Where had they been yesterday?
"What have you been doing?" Doug asked, groping for something to say.
"Nothing much," Angie said diffidently.
Doug considered her answer silently for a moment. Should he tell her? Probably better not. None of his business anymore. Instead, Doug said, "I'm sorry I did it in front of Brad."
"You were sorry," Angie said understandingly.
"That's no excuse. I shouldn't have. No matter how I felt," he said forcefully.
A tender rush of feeling for him flooded her heart. "It's done now," she said neutrally.
"No matter how you look at it, it's wrong for girls to mate with boys in quantities," Doug said seriously. He'd obviously given the subject a lot of thought. "It's unnatural. Against nature. A boy can mate with several girls serially, but the reverse isn't true. The law of commutations doesn't apply here. It's just so. Because humans are like other animals. One male can have a harem of females, but one female never has a harem of males. It's biologically unnecessary. Bees don't count. They're an exception. Maybe it's that way because a female can be impregnated by one man at a time; then she has to take nine months off to have a baby. In that length of time, one male can impregnate a finite number of females, depending on their availability."
"Doesn't seem fair," Angie objected.
"A male and female aren't equal – they're opposites. Fairness is irrelevant."
"But women should be able to play around as much as men!" Angie said indignantly.
"No. That's not the way things are set up," Doug insisted.
Angie had been nervous all through the park but now they were stopped in front of her home she felt at ease again. She said stubbornly, "Women ought to be able to make their own rules."
"If they are adaptable to the biological facts of man," Doug qualified.
"And one woman and several men together is wrong?" Angie asked.
She was practically admitting her guilt, Doug thought. He said delicately, "Angie, you should stop. It's too dangerous. Some are talking."
Angie looked at him. She knew he would let her stop if he still came around. But Brad and the other boys? She shook her head. "Even if I wanted to…" She choked on her emotions. Hell, yes, she wanted to stop. But it was too late now. Too late. Misery clouded her eyes.
Doug looked down at her pityingly. "If I can ever help you…"
Angie stubbed her toe in the dirt. Looking up at him, she flashed a big smile. "You have helped me."