I drove slowly through the park until, in a grassy enclosure not far from Brockton Point, we found the seclusion we wanted. In midweek, at that time of day, we had the place almost to ourselves. I put down a ground-sheet, opened the car blanket on it, and we lay down. The mild sea breeze rustled soothingly in my ears and brought with it the faint splashing of the tide against the jumbled boulders of the shore. A deep sea ship hooted at the Lion's Gate bridge and, like an echo, the answering call gave it clearance to pass. For a moment more I lay still but the bustle of life around me was too strong to allow relaxation and I sat up to look out over the harbor. I turned to Pat as she lay quietly beside me. The wind had settled her dress closely to her parted legs. I followed the clean lines upward, and when I got to her eyes I saw that she had been watching me. They sparkled with amusement. "Like what you see, huh?" she teased me. "Love it, darling," I replied and leaned over for a kiss. She broke it off before I was through and as I backed away I saw the slight frown that deepened the lines above her nose. "What's the matter?" "Nothing much, I hope. A slight pain in my stomach." She used the word in the ordinary sense. "Whereabouts?" "Low down above the pubis. It's gone now." I laid my hand on the lower part of her belly and palpated it softly. There was no rigidity, no unusual mass. "Does that hurt?" I probed deeper. "No, it's a little uncomfortable, that's all." I thought momentarily of the various possibilities and then dismissed it. The day was too lovely to spoil with a clinical discussion. "Something you ate, no doubt." I smiled at her and lowered my mouth to touch her full red lips gently, once again. She pushed me away. "That's enough. This place is too public." I studied the bold contour of her nose and concluded that it was too large for true beauty ... the French influence, no doubt, in her Louisiana heritage. Her attractiveness was in her expressions more than in physical structure, I decided, but the mouth was perfect, no doubt about that, and her grey eyes as clear as a mountain pool filtered through limestone. I snuggled close to her, contentedly, and was beginning to doze in the fresh warmth of the springtime air when I felt her body tighten. I opened my eyes and rested on one elbow, watching her. "What is it baby, the pain again?" "Yes, it's crampy now ... something like a bad period," she twisted a little. "Is it that time of the month again?" "It could be. I've been having odd periods, very slight flow. I thought I might possibly be pregnant. It's been that way since I seduced you in December." "That wasn't seduction, baby. That was merely anticipating the inevitable."