Martins hand. I dont know who youre talking about.Henrys heart was a trip-hammer pounding frantically as hestruggled back into his clothes. For once, he wasnt blushing;instead, he was bloodless and cold with fear.No,youre definitely him. The man nodded, confident.WhosHiram Blackwell? asked his friend.Youknow, the industrialist? This is his kid, Im sure of it. He waswith his father at the opening of the Blackwell office building inthe spring. Lots of fanfare, and this guy he jerked a thumbtoward Henry was moping while his dad gave a speech. Heturned to Henry and explained, Im a reporter, see, and I neverforget a face.Ohgod.Oh god, oh god, oh god. This was the absolute worst thing that couldever possibly happen. It would be in the paper: ProminentIndustrialists Son Proven to be Fairy.Henrytugged and yanked at his clothes, frantically putting himself intorumpled order. Martin, already dressed, reached to help him, butHenry panicked and batted Martins hands away, not wanting thesestrangers to see them touch.Thefriend had lost all interest in the scene and stood with his armscrossed, bored. Well, what do you propose to do about it? heasked. I say just let them get on with it, so long as I donthave to see it.Well,seeing itthats the problem, isnt it? Again he turned toHenry. Its stupid to have sex in the park, you know. Itscrawling with people. Of course you got caught.I-Imsorry, Henry managed. He got to his feet unsteadily. He was muchtaller than either of the men, but he felt tentative and puny. Itwas stupid. I wont do it again, I promise!Martingot to his feet, too, standing close to Henry, and Henry was ashamedof himself for doing so, but he sidestepped to put distance betweenthem.Yourdad will want to keep this out of the papers, the reporter said,again very confident in his conclusions.Pleasedont tell him! Henry blurted, wringing his hands. He lookedaround the clearing, eyes darting, searching foolishly for asolution. He had a moments gruesome imagining of himself andMartin overpowering these fellows and choking the life out of them,but he doubted Martin would cooperate and do his part, and in anycase he didnt want to be a murderer on top of the problems hedalready made for himself.Thereporter was studying them both, looking between his face andMartins. He seemed quite jolly, disdainful yet amused.Hisfriend was becoming annoyed, sighing and rolling his eyes. Are wedone here?Sure,sure. He gave Henry a smile that was ruthless but not unfriendly.Ill be contacting your dad as soon as possible, so you mightwant to get your story in order.Please...Henry said rather hopelessly.Seeya, kid. The reporter walked off with a jaunty bounce in his step.To his friend, he said, Thatll be a nice paycheck!Ugh,there are inverts everywhere these days! the friend complained.But finish your story.Thereporter was happy to comply. Anyway, as I was saying, she didntbother to mention that she gets seasick... The men disappearedinto the trees, continuing down the trail.Henryand Martin stood side by side, but not looking at one another, andthey said nothing; there was nothing to say.Theydbeen caught, and his father would know what theyd done. Henrytried to tell himself it could have been