Free Spirit by Graham Masterton Page B

with Laura and yanked off her hair ribbon, and skipped off with it. Elizabeth was still chasing the last stray page, but she managed to snatch it just before it was blown through the iron grid in front of Baxter’s Realty, and into the inaccessible basement area beneath, which was already littered with leaves and gum wrappers and cigarette butts.
    She shuffled the loose pages back together again, but as she did so, she saw that not all of it was geography homework. Laura had written on one page, ‘took me in his arms and kissed me. He was handsomer than Jesus. Their was a holy light almost shining from his eyes. He took off all of his cloths and said that we could be pure like the dissipuls. I took off my cloths too. He said this my darling is what true lovers do. He kissed me again and again and said I was the closest being he had ever known to an angel.’
    Laura had caught up with Molly and retrieved her ribbon, and some kind of honour had been satisfied. Now she came back along the sidewalk and saw that Elizabeth was reading her story.
    â€˜Lizzie!’ she screamed at her. ‘That’s private!’
    She tried to snatch it but Elizabeth held it out of her reach.
    â€˜That’s private! That’s completely private! How
dare
you read it! That’s private!’
    Dodging away from her, Elizabeth read the next few sentences out loud.’ “We lay on his bed. His pecker was hard. Frank said it was a true sign of love between a man and awoman if the man’s pecker was hard. There was nothing bad about it it was almost divine. He said I should touch it and I held it for a while. He said I could kiss it if I wanted to but I was undessided.” ’
    Molly shrieked in hilarity; while Laura furiously danced and jumped all around her. ‘Give that back! Give that back! I hate you! I hate you for ever!’
    â€˜More!’ begged Molly. ‘Read out some more!’
    â€˜ “He bade me close my eyes. I closed my eyes and he stroked my hair and then he stroked my muff.” ’
    â€˜Aaaah!’ shrieked Molly, in delight.
    Laura screamed ‘Give that back or I’ll tear up all of your horse books!’
    â€˜More!’ pleaded Molly.
    â€˜ “I felt a heavenly sensation. ‘I love you, darling,’ I mermered. ‘I love you too, my sweet one,’ he replied. He went up and down all the while complimenting me on my beautiful body. Suddenly he cried out. I opened my eyes and saw a veritable fountain coming from his pecker. He said ‘my goodness the time’ and quickly dressed. That was love at its truest. I knew next time I would be ready for doing it properly. Frank kissed me and promised me that he would be gentle.” ’
    Elizabeth stopped reading. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment and shock, and she stared at Laura with her mouth open. Molly had gone into a squealing-fit, and was furiously stamping her sandals on the concrete paving. ‘It’s so
rude
!’ she kept squealing. ‘Laura, it’s so
rude
!’
    Elizabeth said, ‘I’ll have to tell father.’ She felt terribly grave and responsible. She also felt confused. They had been given a lesson on the fundamentals of human reproduction in class. Their biology teacher, Mrs Westerhuiven, was comparatively young and modern, and had actually demonstrated the erection of a male member (with the aid of a photograph of Michelangelo’s
David
and her own discreetly-lifted indexfinger.) All of the girls at school talked about sex during recess. In fact, they talked about scarcely anything except music and make-up and ‘what it’s going to be like.’ But Elizabeth had never read anything so graphic or lewd as Laura’s story. It scarcely sounded like Laura at all.
    â€˜Pecker!’ squealed Molly. ‘
Pecker
! I don’t believe it! It’s
so
rude!’
    Laura’s eyes were almost blinded with tears. ‘You mustn’t