But I won’t make love to you.’ ‘You better explain yourself. Because I’m not sure I understand.’ ‘Gail, I like you, a lot. Of all the wome... I’ve ever dated, you’re the only one I want to continue seeing. I guess I want to develop a stronger relationship with you.’ ‘What’s that got to do with not wanting sex?’ ‘I’m getting to that. I’m old fashioned in my values. My folks taught me that sex was only for married people and I’ve hung on to the belief, in spite of society today. Yeah, I know,. I suppose I'll need to make you an appointment with Dr. Washburn" {Her Psychiatrist} She says disappointedly.Her eyes never left the television once as she belittled me. I was speechless and felt like a pervert. I felt like I'd been caught peeking into one of the neighbor’s bedroom windows late at night. I could just picture her telling my Dad and all three of us sitting in therapy for the next ten years. I just sat there naked with my hands in my lap. I didn't think I'd ever be able to get. Moira gave way to his domination, opening herself to him in a way she had never before for any man. Her arms rose of their own accord, and snaked around his neck. She pressed herself shamelessly against the solid plane of his body. His barely leashed power hummed in the air that surrounded them, and Moira’s body responded to its silent demand. She burned like never before, deliciously tortured through a game of her own creation. Erebus sipped from her mouth as if it were ambrosia — the nectar. The hot, dry roughness of Dwight's hand and the soft, wet coldness of the rag made her feel like her body spanned the distance between worlds. The rag was removed and refilled before planting itself on Maddy's hip, sliding slowly to circle around on her belly. A gentle breeze down the mountain made the wet spots of her body shine with sensation. The wet rag moved up, mopping around one breast, then the other. Maddy bit her lip, blushing as she smiled in ecstasy.Dwight dipped the rag and raised.