She felt his strong hands slip under her arms and lift her from the swing. Still dazed by the rapid change of events, she allowed it happen without protest. When he took her small hand in his and began to lead her to the shrubbery, she followed unresisting as if she was in a trance.

The butterflies in her tummy were back with a vengeance, making her feel weak and dizzy. She held tightly to Mike's hand and followed him meekly, her slim legs trembling with every step....

Sammy's feet dragged for the last few steps into the small shrubbery and Mike tugged at her hand impatiently.

"Come on, Sammy. What's the matter?"

"I-I don't know," she said nervously, "It won't take long will it?"

Mike grinned at her wolfishly, "Why? You got an appointment somewhere?"

Sammy shook her head, reluctantly allowing her brother to pull her into the concealment of the bushes. She stood before him, her hands loose at her sides, unable to meet his eyes. Mike took off his jacket and spread it on the ground carefully. He stood back and looked at his little sister, his eyes shifting to the jacket and then back again.

Sammy shuffled her feet nervously. She had agreed to this and she wanted to keep her brother happy but if there was a way out of having to do what he wanted then she would grab at it. There was something more frightening about deliberately lying on the ground and allowing her brother to examine her than when it just happened spontaneously.

"It- it isn't big enough," she stammered nervously.

"What d'you mean, not big enough?"

"Your coat - it isn't big enough for me to keep my skirt and my blouse clean."

Mike looked from her to his coat and saw that she was right. If her bottom was on the coat then her shoulders would be resting on the dusty earth and if her shoulders were protected, her skirt would get soiled. He frowned in concentration, seeing his major chance slipping away.

"You'll have to take your skirt off," he said calmly.

"No! I can't do that," she yelped indignantly, clutching her skirt to herself as if she thought that her brother might rip it from her slender body.

"What's the difference?" he said logically. "You were going to lift it all the way up to your belly button anyway." "Yes, but..."

"And this way," Mike continued smoothly, "you'll have your hands free as well."

Sammy bit her lip and started sullenly at the ground. She couldn't see why she needed to have her hands free but that wasn't important right now.

"But you didn't say anything about undressing, Mike."

"You don't have to undress," he said patiently, "just your skirt."

"I don't know," she said hesitantly. "It isn't right."......(cont)