We practiced tennis all morning because we are partners. We practiced tennis and are partners but we competed. I am not even sure of what the quarrel was. This is a college and we are Juniors, the tournament is near and she is nervous, but more than that she hates me. How wonderful it is to be her partner.

I have always turned my face away in the locker room. I do not wish to take advantage. And yet I have caught glimpses of her pale skin and I have blushed because I know how shy she is of me. certain of it. She

And now I am is shy of me. Her rage was not from her head but from her body and her trembling was more than rage. It burned and still burns with desire.

Tu m'aimes, ma petite.

How cruel it is that I can never tell her. A boy can tell her. Any boy can tell her. While I must remain her enemy because she desires me. I cannot say to her "I feel the same. I am like you." What if I were wrong about her and what if I were wrong. But I am not wrong and the world will have to change.

Yet her desire is so deep that it has indeed all turned to hatred. I have seen the hardness in her eyes and I am certain. What if I held out my arms and said "child come to me, I am older than you for I am in-

structed and aware. Dear me good-

bye to my degree, and to hers.

yes even to hers for who knows who to blame and so put blame on both and purge the school. Away with all the queers queer or not. Some women I know have told a friend and this is how it ended and now they sit in bars and warn me. They have suffered. But I refuse to suffer and we'll have to change the laws.

"Let's put down the bayonets.'

I have tried to make peace. I have tried to turn her hatred into affection. There would have been hope then. She would have been drawn to me and we would have a friendship that allows for confidences and some day I would be able to walk down a street holding her hand. And I could be her roof and she my walls and we would have built a house of love.

But she is afraid of herself. Because she does not know. Her trembling forces her to swing the racket too hard and she makes error after error and she says to herself and to others that she cannot bear me.

Turn, turn away and let her find herself alone. Do not embarrass her by showing the other cheek. I have found my world and I am happy. I can see but she cannot. Pity. And she is so fair. Pity.