Goodness, it was ages since she had been in a mood as strong as this if a man had walked into the bedroom right now she would have let him have his way, pleaded with him to do it if necessary. She was quivering all over, trembling with anticipation, determined to take her time and enjoy every second of it. She tossed the sheets aside and lowered herself on to the bed, smoothed her fingers sensuously up and down the insides of her thighs, escalated her feelings.
'Don't, you make me feel hungry.' She rejoined him in the front: 'Do you think we could try shouting yet?' She struggled frantically, tried to bite him, was twisting her body round in order to free her legs so that she could kick him. You bloody stupid girl, you wouldn't have a chance. 'You'd maybe get ten yards.' He snatched her wrists, held them in a strong grip. He'd be all right, he'd only gone down to the Davises and you could not really expect a man (she was repeatedly trying to convince herself these days that Keith was no longer a boy) to be home prompt from courting. And then she began to cry uncontrollably.įor once Joan Doyle had not waited up for her son to come in. That was when he hit her, released his hold on her and in the same movement brought the flat of his hand hard across her face, threw her head back. As soon as we think we hear anybody we'll yell our heads off.' We can keep the windows open an inch or so and listen. 'If I know my mum she'll have raised the alarm by now. 'We'd better leave it a bit.' No use exhausting ourselves, every hour from now onwards is going to take it out of us. She left the hallway light on and went upstairs. I'm going to jump out, run for the road.' You've no right to keep me here against my will.
Her features were screwed up into a mask of panic and desperation, her voice shrill with rising hysteria. 'Stop it' She let out a scream, struck at him with clenched fists. But he wasn't likely to, there was no way he was going to know unless she told him and she would never admit to that even with her dying breath. A flood of guilt just confessing to herself thatwhatever would Keith think of her if he ever found out? The shame of it all. She felt guilty about the things she sometimes did to herself in the solitude and privacy of her own bed on those nights when the urge got too much for her. I don't know what came over me, only that I felt I'd go crazy if I stayed in here a second longer. 'And I'm sorry too,' she replied after a while, squeezed his hand. 'What's that for, to hit the snake over the head with?'
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