Chapter 9
By marked contrast, Mike Forrester's big, blond, handsome bulk looked virtually like a monster to Merle Kimberly's rapt vision, in comparison to the miniature room which they had just entered:
To her rapt view, he was ominous in a way, despite her being handsome, and Merle realized that he could take her comparatively diminutive, fragile entity and crush it to little bits of pieces if he so desired. But instead of making Merle scared and s**t green, quite the contrary, she felt a scintillating series of convulsive chills go seeping through her being - starting in the seat of her bowels, and moving from there, upward to her head, and downward, to her p***y - which began to throb and pulsate with acute excitement:
Merle liked danger. She actually welcomed and thrived on it. T
