“When at last I entered his chamber, I was positively quivering with excitement. The Beast was sitting in a chair in a remote corner of the darkened room. Removing my robe, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed in just the way he liked best, as was my habit. Within seconds I was soaking wet and aching for him. That's the way it was for me with the Beast. It was enough just to wait there, trembling and poised on my hands and knees, anticipating what was to come, to bring about that kind of response in me.

I had not even heard him move when suddenly I felt his crude hands caressing my soft skin. "Turn around," he said suddenly in a gruff whisper.

I paused for a moment, stunned.

"I want to see your face tonight," he said simply.”