CHAPTER ELEVEN
As Louise drove home that night, she felt that she had won a great victory. She even wondered if she needed to go back to her headshrinker, for she had started a communication with a man somewhere near her age that she enjoyed and she could feel the compulsion for young boys fading.
This gave her such a sense of relief she felt she ought to celebrate. She stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of expensive pink champagne.
Arriving home, she chilled it. Just as she was about to pour some, the phone rang.
"Louise?" the voice asked.
"This is Miss Douglas," she said. "Who is this?"
"Brad," the voice replied.
"Brad?" she said. "What are you calling me now for?"
"I want to get my rocks off tonight," he said simply.
"It's out of the question, Brad," she said nerv
