CHAPTER SEVEN
It was not lost on him. He sat down beside her, looked at her bosom, let his eyes travel down her lovely body. She was still wearing her slacks and they fitted her like skin. Everything about her lower body was revealed by them. He found the sight of her interesting, nice.
"You're very pretty," he commented, meaning it. "And you, you're very rough, Mr. Deering."
"Yes," he said. "Sometimes I am." He lowered his head to her bosom and pressed his lips on her there. She gasped, tried to straighten up, to get away from him, but he held her firmly with his hands as he continued to caress her.
"Please, Mr. Deering ... stop this. I demand that you stop it."
He paid no attention to her protests. While he did not intend to go the whole distance with her, he thought it about time t
