Though she fought all the urges that threatened to blow her apart into a million desexified pieces, she could not help her attraction to him. He was swarthy-skinned with thick black hair with the shine of coal and a tickler of a mustache.

He was tall, much taller than...she couldn't remember who, as his hand wriggled underneath her dress.

"I must have you my darling, now!" he said, and he opened a door to a spacious bedroom that was empty except for

her husband in a silk wrap with a glass of champagne and two naked bimbos on the bed.