'Good.' She kissed me once again. 'Friday it is. Ian,' Prudence began. 'Yes?' 'Do you masturbate?' I gasped, my burning face was, I was sure, luminous...and I stuttered, 'what?I mean…' 'Ian,' Prudence said evenly, 'I know all boys do it.They can't keep their hands off it and that's all right, I suppose.' Prudencestared at me and said firmly, 'but not when they have a girlfriend.' 'Girlfriend?' I stuttered. 'Yes,' she said patiently, 'it's like cheating. Do you see that?' 'Well…yes…I suppose…'. She struggled to free herself from my grip as I dragged her along—but not hard enough to draw attention to herself. From the sidewalk I led her into the network of alleys between and behind the buildings there. I didn’t take her far—only taking a couple of turns—and we wound up near the end of a blind alley that was almost as close to where the band was as we had been before—except now there were brick buildings all around us. We weren’t completely concealed, of course; anyone walking through. Bobby came towards me moving at an angle , cutting off any avenue of escape. I kept looking him in the face as he approached me still talking 'yeah, I told Clarence that I would get some more of the ass pussy. He laughed at me and said go ahead if you can. Now look at this, no one here but you me and you sweet young ass'. I kept backing away from him and noticed that I had gotten trapped between the bleachers and the door way down to the shower and weight room. Mr. Bobby was just an arms reach. I didn't really know how I felt about either of those two, but it didn't matter because they were only fantasies. It was obvious that the letters covering those subjects were Joyce's favorites because when she read them she became insatiable. For four or five days after reading an issue with either or both of those topics she couldn't keep her hands off of me. Just out of curiosity, one day I asked her if she ever planned on trying either of them for real."Don't be silly. The idea turns me on,.