passion I had not thought he possessed. Frightened at what I had got myself into, I struggled to free myself but, evidently taking it for coyness on my part, he tightened his grasp with his arms and kissed me hard and thoroughly. His hands began to roam along my waist, up toward my breasts and it was then I was glad that I had a perfect pair of falsies on for he did not seem to de- tect the fact they WERE falsies. When his hand began to creep under my dress, I became panicky and with a violent effort broke loose from his grasp. He sighed and straightening up, relaxed. I repaired the damage done to my hair-do and then heard a mocking chuckle from the back of us that could only have come from Constance.

From that point on, Constance's attitude towards me changed considerably. Formerly she had been aloof, for- mal and rather cool, but now after the incident with Art she became jocular and teasing. She began to

kiss me, but not in the way a wife kisses her husband but rather like one woman kissing another, tauntingly. She would reach over to me and cup one of my false breasts in her hand and jog it up and down, or, if I were passing her, she would "goose" me or slap me across my bottom. Sometimes when I would be bending over to pick up something, she would creep up behind me, fling my skirt up over my hips and yell, "WHOOPS, MY DEAR!" derisively. She constantly brought the blushes to my cheeks with remarks such as:

"I'll bet Art likes to do this!" as she would fondle my bottom, or "When is he going to ask you to marry him, dear?". She made it so hard and miserable for me that I was on the point of running out on her when, one day we were surprised by a visit from Dora and Barbara.

Barbara had not changed one whit from what she was the last time I had seen her. Her first remark upon see- ing me was: