At first, it was only a subtle sensation, creeping from his thighs up his body to the nerve centers of his brain. It was the vague feeling of warmth, the kind that can only come from...! He was wide awake and sat upright in the next second, looking into the heaven that was her face.... "Well," she said in the voice that only she could possess, "am I _that_ ugly?" Badly off-balance, he stuttered around for something to say. "Why ... or hardly. I mean...." He broke off as she started laughing. "Am I that funny?" he said. "Yes, silly," he giggled, "You should have seen the look on your face. You didn't know what to say, did you?" He snorted and sat up. "There's nothing to laugh about, girly. Wake a follow out of a sound--" The last word was silenced for she leaned over and kissed him firmly on the mouth. When he was sufficiently recovered he spoke: "You work fast, don't you?" She cocked her head prettily, pushing the brown chestnut hair out of her long oval face, and smiled a smile that Venus herself would envy. "Maybe you work slow," she said, not too seriously. She had finished tying her hair behind her head, and her long, discriminately tanned arms matched the extremely delicate, yet beautiful legs that showed from the short, skirt-like affair that she wore. Her small mouth was gently outlined by a light shaded lipstick which he knew to taste good. It was the only cosmetic she wore, or needed to. He licked his lips subconsciously. Her eyes were deep, large and colored to match the wonderfully long hair that was tied in back. His appraising gaze soon became a stare and she said: "Do you like me?" "Being no fool, little girl, I'll say I do, and it's not quite a fair question, I don't even know your name." "Dianne, if it will make you feel any better," she said softly as she rose to a standing position. Clark did mental somersaults. She couldn't be much more than sixteen, yet her breasts bore the full aura of a woman, rising and falling, graceful and full. The trim contours of her young body were sleek, lithe lines of feminine muscle that were attractive, outlined through the thin material of her clothes. He felt quite a lump in his throat, the reason for this being that she filled out that age old form that had enchanted the male from the time of the much maligned Adam to Clark's furiously pounding heart. "Damned if you're not pretty," he breathed in an undertone that was more than complimentary. "Thanks," she said in the high prim voice of a girl, and cocking her head again, added; "and I still don't know your name." "Clark, if it'll help any," he said. "How come ... uh, er. How did you happen to find me?" "I didn't find you, Clark, so deflate your ego a little. You just happened to be here when I came." "Come here every day, eh?" She smiled a deep pretty smile. Clark noticed she had dimples. "Every day," she said.