was white as milk, with fine slender muscular flesh. To Connie he was suddenly piercingly beautiful again, as when she had seen him that afternoon washing himself.
Gold of sunshine touched the closed white curtains. She felt it wanted to come in.
"Oh! do let's draw the curtains! The birds are singing so! Do let the sun in," she said.
He slipped out of bed with his back to her, naked and white and thin, and went to the window, stooping a little, drawing the curtains and looking out for a moment. The back was white and fine, the small buttocks beautiful with an exquisite, delicate manliness, the back of the neck ruddy and delicate and yet strong.
There was an inward, not an outward strength in the delicate fine boy.
"But you are beautiful!" she said. "So pure and fine! Come!" She held her arms out.
He was ashamed to turn to her, because of his aroused nakedness.
He caught his shirt off the floor, and held it to him, coming to her.
"No!" she said, still holding out her beautiful slim arms from her dropping breasts. "Let me see you!"
He dropped the shirt and stood still, looking towards her. The sun through the low window sent in a beam that lit up his thighs and slim belly, and the erect phallus rising darkish and hot-looking from the little cloud of vivid gold-red hair. She was startled and afraid.
"How strange!" she said slowly. "How strange he stands there! So big! and so dark and cock-sure! Is he like that?"
The man looked down the front of his slender white body, and laughed. Between the slim breasts the hair was dark, almost black. But at the root of the belly, where the phallus rose thick and arching, it was gold-red, vivid in a little cloud.
"So proud!" she murmured, uneasy. "And so lordly! Now I know why men are so overbearing! But he's lovely, really. Like another being! A bit terrifying! But lovely really! And he comes to me!—" She caught her lower lip between her teeth, in fear and excitement.
The man looked down in silence at the tense phallus, that did
