n the high grass of the lake, at the edge of the forest, they lay entwined on a bed of thick moss. During last summer’s school holidays, the young woman had noticed how, more than once, the boy’s eyes lingered on her ample bosom. Intuitively, she had sensed his burgeoning transformation, realizing he was no longer the little boy she had known for a few seasons now, since she and her husband had begun living at the cottage as caretakers. A robust yet quite attractive country girl, she dealt with most of the chores during the weekly absence of her partner, who was busy making a living in a faraway town. When the boy shyly suggested she should join him at his secret fishing spot, she took him at his word.
Nobody would disturb them in his hideaway, perfectly concealed from view by a thick row of reeds. His father had travelled back to the city, working, and his mother would not be looking for him, assuming he’d be fishing as he always was. Besides, she would be too afraid of mice and other creatures rustling about to even consider venturing into the woods at this late hour of day.
At first, he had felt apprehensive and awkward. It suddenly occurred to him she may be more than he could handle. What do you do? This was no sexy poster-girl in a glossy magazine, nor was she one of the few shy, inexperienced girls he had attempted to explore sex with. No, this was a real woman, and she sat close to him now, on that bed of moss, so close, so impossibly sensual in the intimate glow of the setting sun.
Attuning to his needs and fears, she kissed him lightly and tenderly, guiding him with expert patience through the dizzying realm of his most secret desires. His head spinning, his body on fire, all fear suddenly dissolved, he surrendered to the flood of intense new sensations he never imagined could exist.
In the fading light of the lake, the boy became a man.
We depend on people and things
In a desperate effort to cope with our anxieties, we find comfort in dependencies onexternal sources. We keep looking in the wrong places, just as the South African farmer who, in search of wealth and riches, sold his farm to try his luck at digging for diamonds in other places. He kept digging and searching and ended up dying poor and wretched while the ne
