Finally the dam of my self control burst. Rather, I should say, Bob blasted it.

We were in front of Jan. So close she could have reached out and touched us. Suddenly Bob squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe. He stopped moving and held me in one spot, and then he began rubbing his body against mine in the most suggestive manner. I knew he was sure this would infuriate Jan.

It did. She stood. Blue fire filled her eyes. But before she could do or say anything, I managed to pull loose from him.

"You were holding me too close," I protested. "I couldn't even breathe, much less dance." I backed over to the divan and sat down. I stretched out my hand toward Jan. My eyes were pleading. She came over and sat beside me. Her eyes were defying Bob to make one move in my direction. Jan was usually so superbly controlled, I feared what would happen if her control might break. I knew I must do everything in my power to see that it didn't. Because to provoke Jan into losing her poise was exactly what Bob wanted.

Grinning, he started toward me, then flopped in Hal's chair. He stretched out.

"Bet you wouldn't complain if Jan held you like that," he taunted.

I just stared at him.

I was so proud of darling Jan then, as she spoke calmly,

"It's about time for more coffee." She got up and started toward the kitchen. "Melba, honey, want to get some more doughnuts?"

"Yes, of course. 99 I fled away from Bob, toward Jan. “And what'll this big boy do while the gals are having themselves a time in the kitchen?" Bob said in a tone of voice that smirked.

"Why not give us a hand?" Jan suggested casually, as if she never caught his implications.

"Why not?" Now his lips smirked the way his voice had.

As he followed us into the kitchen he quipped, "By watching you gals, a guy might learn something. Huh?"

Neither of us answered. But I saw a sudden flash of redness go over Jan's cheeks. And my throat tightened. I wished Bob would go home and leave us alone.

At last the afternoon ended. Bob had gone. Jan and I locked the front door and went to my bedroom. We would have another precious night together. Then Bob telephoned.

"Just didn't want you kids to feel alone. Think I'll call you now and then to remind you the big boy's right next door.""

"That's enough of that," I said sharply. "And I'll fix it so there won't be any more. ," I took the receiver off the hook. Then I ran back to Jan, smiling. "No more phone calls!" I promised.

Then I put out the ceiling light and left a dim pink globe burning in my rose-shaded dressing-table lamp. This night Jan and I stripped off our clothes and hurried to bed without putting on nightgown or pajamas.

I lay down and Jan amorously hovered over me, kissing the out-thrust rose-buds of my breast. From my breasts, she slid her warm lips along my body where they lingered a while grazing over the white meadows of my abdomen. And then my hands that had been moving gently, caressingly along her naked back, fastened about her shoulders. Her lips moved downward, slowly, maddeningly. Pounding drums beat exotic rhythms throughout my wildly pulsating body. And then as my fingers dug into her shoulders, and their pressure increased, Jan's passionate lips tenderly kissed every part of my body. And soon I was mired and lost in a swamp of sense magic. Then as I was deliriously floundering in ecstacy, moans of joy came from my throat. And as my