Copyright ©1998, Christine
 
The boy was making a nude woman out of sand. A spread-leg position to conjure up the act his hormones wished for most. Beneath his fingers a breast was touched while female children watched under unbrellas of innocence.

A face on a T-shirt screamed, "No!" A more overt reaction than the girls could summon. They had fallen under the spell of titilating coersion, tasting the confused mysteries of adulthood.

The boy became man, penis engorged. The ferris wheel turned while disembodied women shouted from an advertisement.