pasture creek.

When they approached the thicket of trees growing next to the silently meandering creek, the moonlight made the thicket look frighteningly dark. It was probably only an annoyed owl, or an alarmed fox: a nocturnal creature let out its night call.

"That might be a wolf! Let's run!" one of the brothers exclaimed in a startled half whisper. Promptly the two boys started running and were soon out of sight in the darkness ahead.

Now in her fourteenth year, it was not Eva's nature to panic over an imaginary wolf. And in the distance the lights in her home had come into sight. Without undue haste Billy and Eva walked past the thicket. Suddenly she said: "Excuse me, Billy, and don't look." Forthwith she betook herself behind a wild-growing elderberry bush that stood out darkly in the moonlight, and it quickly dawned upon Billy that Eva had lifted up her dress, pulled down her pants and was now in a squatting position. He stood waiting for her and suffered.

On rejoining him, what Eva then asked him surprised him: "Billy, how can you stand it so long without wetting your pants?"

He didn't answer. The next instant he felt Eva's fingers feeling the front of his pants. "Why, Billy, you have been doing it in your pants! Why? Was it just because I was along? Go and do it now. You don't have to be ashamed because of me I won't look at you."

In the anticipation of the welcome feeling of relief that would come to him, Billy, on the impulse of the moment, turned his back to Eva and.

"Feel better now, Billy?" Eva asked him. He readily admitted it. Then: "Billy, do you know why a boy would sooner pee in his pants than let a girl see him do it the way he should?"

"N-n-no."

"It's because girls are made different than boys. Didn't you know that . . .? Why didn't you? Huh?"

"I-I don't-don't know."

"I know. It's because you don't have any sisters. Don't you know that your mother could never have had you if she'd been made like a man-like your father? Do you think that a stork really brought you to your mother? Why, Billy Beane, you poor boy!"

Eva had come close up to him and in the moonlight he became aware that she had pulled up her dress; then she pushed her undies down and stepped out of them with one foot and stood wide-legged. She felt for his right hand and grasping it she guided it down to.

"Put your hand there and feel of me. Do I have down there what you have? That's why storks don't have to bring babies....

"E-e-e-va-a! Where are you? Mama's wondering why you haven't gotten home yet. Are you lost? Where's Billy?" It was Eva's brother's voice that rang out in the distance.

"We're coming. Billy's here," Eva shouted back.

In the while he walked alone the rest of the way in the moonlit night to his home, in the midst of tears, Billy Beane pilloried Eva. The insulting little bitch, his erstwhile goddess! Not once thereafter did he like her. In his late teens he pilloried all womankind in the stocks of a repulsion. In the first years of his manhood he got hold of a sex treatise and in it he came upon the word Trauma and its meaning, and it hit him square between the eyes. It was possible that