Chapter Eleven
It was interesting. Gina looked intently up at the priest. Something was different. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘he isn’t the dog.’ But it was something else. She considered. She still felt profound tranquillity and a strange equilibrium in his presence. She still desired his – and the dog’s – use of her. Yes! That was it! It was desire, not the blinding need in which she’d swum as if under crystalline water. Her mind had cleared of a haze she hadn’t known was there.
She shifted her head’s position incrementally. And now Daddy was here again. Gina didn’t really understand how she’d forgotten him. She looked up into the deliberate grey eyes she found so enticing and a thrill of expectation rippled through her.
The eyes! As substantial as hands, they moved across her body. Each p
