He had hurt her ego to the very quick and deflated it enormously. In addition to which, she had lost the previous mood she had built up to jerk herself off with. So, on both counts, she now sought to reactivate her ego and charge it up again with her turbulent libido.
Doris, by leaning her head down over the side of the bed she was lying across, could see herself as an inverted image in the full-length onyx-framed mirror on the door of the wall opposite her bed:
"I love you," she stated simply aloud, addressing the upside-down reflection of herself in the mirror, feeling delightful chills of Narcissism seep across her spine.
"I love you," she repeated aloud again, to entrench the first charge and solidify it.
"You sure are one beautiful package, Doris Marlin," she stated, unabashed.
