The thought of the two animals mating sent a quick rush of longing through the boy. How simple it must be to come together with the freedom of wilderness creatures. Clay-Boy had never made love to a girl. Desire and yearning would engulf him at the thought and would remain with him, a persistent ache. At school he would boast to the other boys about his conquests, but the other boys must have been as innocent as he to have believed his lies.
