A Contribution to
the Theory of Sex

Danny Ketchem had found himself compelled, or rather, repelled by his lack of understanding of what had become her whole life.

It is immaterial who she is. She could be his wife, his mother, his daughter, his best woman friend, these, or any combination of these, or add in any other female you can think of that she could be.

What the female’s life had become is also immaterial, because Danny, in any event, was bound to get con­fused.

Her name is Nancy Drew. Real people do have her name.

Then Danny was towering, when Nancy held him, which was her idea, and his penis was sticking itself in between her breasts, as if a button were being pushed.

Remember, Danny could be a small-sized boy stand­ing on a stool, getting hugged by Nancy, or a tall grown-up, not on a stool, and Nancy could be short.

Some time later, but not much later, Danny was on Nancy’s lap. This could happen in all of the conceivable cases.

The object—Nancy’s idea—was for her to wipe that grimace off his face.

Nancy cannot, she will not bear an ugly face. She tries not to—poor schmuck. She’ll try anything. I know Nancy.

I want to wipe that grin off her face. It’s so easy when you’re one of us.