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she said softly.
    “Yes,” he said, raising her face to his and kissing her again. This time his lips were harder and more demanding.
    She felt his excitement and her own response. Her heart began to pound. She opened her mouth slightly and his tongue found its way inside. A warmth ran through her, leaving her peculiarly weak. She pressed herself harder against him.
    His hands slipped from her shoulders, cupping her breasts. He felt her nipples hardening. “Oh, Jesus!” he moaned softly, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.
    Her hand caught his, stopping him. “No, Bernie,” she said softly. “Don’t spoil it.”
    “You’re making me crazy, JeriLee,” he whispered. “I just want to touch them. Nothing else.”
    “It’s not good. You know it leads to other things.”
    “Oh, Christ!” he swore, suddenly angry. He pulled his hands away. “You’re a worse tease than Marian Daley. At least she lets a guy feel her tits.”
    “Then you did go with her,” she accused.
    “I did not!” he retorted, lighting a cigarette.
    “I thought you weren’t supposed to smoke.”
    “I’m not in training,” he snapped.
    “Then how do you know about her if you didn’t go with her?”
    “I know some of the guys who did. And I could have too.”
    “Then why didn’t you? If that’s what you want?”
    “I don’t want her. I want you. You’re my girl. I don’t want any other.”
    She saw that his face was hurt and troubled. “Bernie, we’re much too young to feel like that,” she said gently.
    But even then she knew that there were currents running inside her that were bringing her closer and closer to the brink of her own sexual awareness.

Chapter 5
    “You’re new around here, aren’t you?”
    She was lying face down at the side of the pool and when she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was his white city feet. She rolled to one side and, squinting against the sun, looked up.
    The boy was tall, not as tall or broad as Bernie but wiry with curly black hair. He smiled. “I’ll buy you a Coke.”
    She sat up. “No, thank you,” she said politely.
    “Come on,” he said. “We’re all friends here.”
    She shook her head. “I work here. It’s against the rules.”
    “Stupid rules.” He grinned and held out his hand. “I’m Walt.”
    “I’m JeriLee,” she said. She took his hand and found herself being pulled to her feet.
    “I’ll buy you the Coke anyway,” he said. “I’d like to see them try and stop me.”
    “No. Please. I don’t want to make waves.”
    She picked up her towel. “Besides I have to set the tables for dinner.” She started to walk away.
    “Maybe I’ll see you at the dance later.”
    “We’re not allowed to do that either.”
    “Then we can go to a juke joint.”
    “It will be too late. I’ll have to go home then.”
    “Something tells me that you don’t want to go out with me.”
    Without answering, she hurried away, a strange feeling knotting the pit of her stomach and creating a trembling in her legs.
    She saw him again with a group of boys and girls in the dining room that evening. He was seated next to Marian Daley and seemed engrossed in her conversation. When he glanced up and saw her walking by, he nodded and smiled. She went through the swinging doors into the kitchen feeling once more that strange sensation of weakness. She was glad that he wasn’t at one of her tables.
    “Coming to the dance?” Lisa, one of the waitresses, asked as they were putting away the last of the dishes.
    JeriLee finishing drying her hands. “I don’t think so. I think I’ll just go home.”
    “They say the singer with the new orchestra is just like Sinatra.”
    “I’m too tired. If you see Bernie tell him that I’ve gone straight home. I can still make the eleven thirty bus.”
    “Okay, see you tomorrow.”
    “Right,” JeriLee replied. “Have fun.”
    She heard the faint sound of the music as she walked past the clubhouse. In her mind she pictured the dance