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could not help noticing the admiring looks Leslie was bestowing on Marie. Her eyes

met his and sparkled with amusement, and Leslie lowered his own eyes in acute embar-

rassment.

"It is obvious, Leslie dear, that I am not the only object of your affection, so I must ask you if it is necessary for me to be jealous of Marie?" she inquired.

"N-no," Leslie stammered, fighting for control of his emotions. "I know of no reason for you to be jealous of anybody."

"Oh? Is that so?" Marie inquired in a teasing tone of voice. "You mean that af ter all our many sessions together you have no regard for me? How insulting!"

"I didn't mean that at all," Leslie retorted, his face a deep crimson as he recalled the many times Marie had expertly taken "that little person" (as she called it) "in hand." In spite of the deep humiliation he felt at first when she had titillated him, he had grown to look forward to their little sessions.

"Then what exactly did you mean, Miss Leslie?" Marie inquired.

"I don't know," Leslie replied in a state of confusion and chagrin at having ever gotten mixed up in this line of conversation.

"It seems to me that our sweet little flower of femininity sometimes thinks of herself as a big hairy-chested male keeping two young women at beck and call for the

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