snack and Chris found that the age-old technique of keeping him talking, especially about himself or sports or cars, kept John happy. Finally, at the door, Chris decided she had had a fairly good time, certainly anything but dull, considering John's eagerness', so she accepted a quick kiss, but gave him no further encouragement as she curtly thanked him for the evening and ducked into the house before he could say more than 'good night'.

There was a swimming party on Sunday, Bob's big beach party. The entourage consisted of the Millers and Chris, several other couples, some with children, some 'dates', as well as a few 'singles'. Chris got a brief lesson in water skiing from Bob, but since he believed that 'experience is the best teacher', after a fast ten-minute lesson, off she went. Several aborted attempts culminated in one short clownish success before Chris decided that swimming was her better event. And it was. Her excellent well-practiced style was far better than anyone else. One of the guy's managed to almost keep up with her for a short distance at full thrash, but not for long.

One of the single men, Bill, took an immediate and definitely overzealous interest in Chris. He seemed to be nearby every time Chris needed anything. And every time she looked in his direction he was staring at her, obviously admiring her body, especially her breasts, as she moved about in her two-piece swimsuit. Chris chuckled quietly to herself when she remembered how another Chris had done exactly the same thing at a pool or beach, but much more guardedly. Bill didn't seem to care, in fact, he seemed to want her to know he was watching and admiring her with his lustful stare. Chris thought she ought to be embarrassed by his attention or at least nervous, but she found that she was pleased and even got

some satisfaction from the fact that she was attracting a man with her body. She even felt a little sorry for him too, having been there herself, seemingly long ago in another world and time. So, near the end of the day, when he asked her out the next Tuesday, she found herself accepting, albeit with reservations. As the trio returned home after sunset, Chris and the Millers agreed that the day had been happy and satisfying. Chris estimated she had swum at least two miles and she was completely exhausted.

Now, with three men on her string, Chris had to take certain precautions and not hurt anyone's feelings. She was certainly getting herself well-exposed to a single woman's world, and it was mostly her own doing.

The Tuesday night date with Bill was the wildest yet. He took her to a rock disco! Chris had not danced since that fateful party on Graduation Night almost a year before, and never in a dress, nor in a very loud public establishment. Bill kept pushing the drinks on her but she was smart enough to read his motivation and drink very slowly. Before long she found that, to avoid his 'eagerness', she was safer on the dance floor with him and the fast music with little opportunity for close contact. On the way home later, Bill got overly agressive and Chris again had to fend off his clumsy advances. He had pulled her very close with his arm around her, his hand sliding swiftly down along her bra strap toward the soft mound below. SLAP! She smacked his fingers just as they reached their destination.

"We don't know each other that well yet," she barked.

He jumped but his hand only retreated to her shoulder and remained there until he got her home. She jumped from the car and, calling, "Good night