The question in her mind was how to protect herself. It had never been a problem before now, while she had remained meticulously untouched by any man,...to matter what the subtle feminine urges she was subject to could bring. But now she was faced with the danger of being destroyed by her own, new-found weakness. What would she do if Herb no, rather when approached her again with his desires, which she had already found herself too weak to resist. She supposed she should be looking for some birth. He had just kissed her, making her feel vulnerable, wonderful and at the same time indestructible, and now he was pretending like nothing happened. Her pride began to rear its wilful head. ‘Swords or guns?’ she retorted spitefully, then shuddering again, realising she was still trembling from the cold. He glanced at her with brutal eyes, ‘If you want this to work, you might want to be a little more civil. And put this damn coat on.’ He finished, while artfully flinging the coat around her.. I was wondering if you would mind stopping over when you finish work... I'm home alone, and I'd like to speak with you," she said in a very pleasant tone. I asked for her address, and told her I would be there in thirty minutes if traffic wasn't too bad. "Wonderful," she said, "Just walk in when you get here." The traffic was heavy, but I knew a shortcut which got me to Anita's home in about forty minutes. As I approached the door, I saw the garage had only one vehicle in it, with no others. She begins to wade back toward the sand. Glittering rivulets running over a pneumatic terrain of skin and contour. He watches her move and strains to ignore the strutting spine of gristle jutting up from the apex of his thighs. As she passes she glances briefly into his eye, then a longer glance at his cock. She brushes against him lightly as she wades on toward the sand. She sits on dry sand, while her heels dig in where it’s damp from the soft lap of quiet waves. He kneels where the water.