Part 27 (1/2)

'You know!' she exclaimed. 'You know what it is!'

'I know,' he agreed. 'I think you need to get out of that house, Nymph.'

'But why?'

'It's hard to explain.'

'I can keep a secret!' she told him.

'Listen, Nymph, I got in trouble once because I did something with a girl. She was a lot older than you, but still too young. I don't want to get in trouble again.'

'I won't tell! I won't tell! Tell me, and I won't tell!'

He shook his head. 'You really want to know, don't you?'

'Yes, I really want to know! Then I could tell George to bug off, and Dad would like me better.'

'A secret,' he said.

'A big fat secret!' she agreed.

'Okay, I'll tell you, but that's all. Your father wants to have s.e.x with you, but doesn't dare, and your brother wants to, but doesn't know how.'

'What's s.e.x?'

”That's when a man and a woman-a grown man and grown woman-get together and do it. Children aren't supposed to.'

She didn't know what he meant. A look of great perplexity showed on her face. 'What do they do?'

”They take off their clothes and lie on a bed and, well, they do it.'

'What do they do? I don't understand!'

'Well, he puts his-I guess you don't know the words-his thing in her thing.'

'Why?'

'Because it's a h.e.l.l of a lot of fun, kid!'

'You mean like when Daddy plays with me?'

'Yes, only more so. A lot more so.'

'I want to do it!' she told him.

”You said that?” the interviewer interjected, startled. She still hadn't quite managed to swallow her worm.

”Yes. I knew he knew how, so I wanted him to do it with me so I'd know how. Wasn't that right?”

The interviewer seemed to be having a bit of trouble with her objectivity, but she got hold of herself and finally got the worm all the way down. ”It was natural curiosity, perhaps right for you. Please continue. I did not mean to interrupt.”

Immediately the child resumed her posing, playing the parts of both Nymph and Mad.

'You can't do it,' he protested. 'You're a child.'

She began to cry again. 'You promised to tell me!'

'I did tell you, Nymph. But to get any farther, I'd have to show you, and that's real trouble.'

'I won't tell!' she said. 'Show me!'

He shook his head. 'd.a.m.n, I can't believe this. Okay, kid, I'll show you. Remember, you promised. If you tell, I'll be in big trouble.'

'I won't tell! Show me, show me!'

'Okay, I'll show you.' Nymph paused as if uncertain how to proceed.

”He showed you?” the interviewer prompted grimly.

”Yes, only I don't know how to show it. I don't have pants.”

”Just tell what happened.”

”Okay. He stood up, and took off his pants and s.h.i.+rt. Then he took off his underpants. He had a thing like Daddy's. 'This is my c.o.c.k. That's what goes in the woman.'

She stared at it. 'It goes where she p.o.o.ps?'

'No. She has another place, in front of that.'

'Where she pees?'

'No, behind that. Right between the two.'

'I don't think I have a place.'

'Yes, you do. You just haven't found it yet. But when you grow up, you will.'

Nymph put her hands to her dress, evidently about to remove it. ”You don't have to do that!” the interviewer said quickly. ”Just tell it.”

”Okay. I took off my dress and panties so I could feel. 'I don't think there's a place.'

Take my word, Nymph, it's there.'

'Show me.'

'Nymph, this is getting hairy. I like you, really I do, but it's not right to touch you.'

Nymph looked at the interviewer. ”But I saw that maybe he really wanted to, the way Daddy did even when he said no. 'Maybe we can play the game Daddy plays with me, only you can show me what's supposed to happen when he stops.'

'It's not right for a man to touch a child,' he said. 'I showed you, but I can't touch you.'