on sixth street. While she had only been here a short time, she nevertheless had acquired a number of girl- friends and Debbie's apartment seemed to be the gather- ing place for lots of girl-talk" sessions. She had even formed a girls' secret society to which 20 of the darlingest girls of Fairsdale now belonged.

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I had taken her out several times and each time became more and more fascinated by this lovely girl. Her face, figure and personality were certainly to my liking, but her clothes, too, held my attention. I thought we made a good couple too, although others thought she was a bit tall for me. Actually we were the same height-5'4 but with her 3" heels she did appear to dominate me.

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Our builds were apparently close, too, in size. shall never forget the time I was at her house for the evening and had forgotten my raincoat. Debbie insis- ted that I wear hers home, assuring me that no one would ever notice since her coat would fit me perfect- ly. And it did too. But I kept to the dark side of the street as her coat was a light pink- a shade not worn by the boys of Fairsdale!

An event, which I now look upon as a turning point in my life, took place on a bright Saturday in August. Debbie had suggested we go on a picnic by Silver River, a lovely river that flowed along the outer edge of Fairsdale. She said to bring a bathing suit and that she would prepare a picnic lunch. She added that it would be fun if I'd bring a football along for some afternoon recreation.

The idea of a football gave me some concern, since I was no football player. In fact, I didn't own a football and had only played it of necessity in gym classes. I would hardly class myself as an All-Amer- ican- unless there are All-American substitutes, bench warmers and scorekeepers. Actually, I had never liked the game and particularly the roughness of it.

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But if Debbie wanted to play catch there was only one thing to do--buy a football. And so I invested in one. My emotions were telling me "no" as I made the

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