"Do you like it?" Sally asked, swaying her hips and slowly opening her legs.

"Yes," said John, and he turned to try and get to the bathroom again.

"Don't you think it fits nicely over my breasts?" Sally said, coming forward, her fingers on her nipples, playing with them as she closed in on him.

"Yes," he said, and he tried to escape again.

John's head was swimming. However many times Sally played this game with him, he always fell for it. Perhaps this time she would give in and let him fuck her. He stood helplessly as Sally came up to him.

"Just look at the way it fits me," she whispered, close to him, almost touching. "It makes me look so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" John almost shouted, but he didn't surrender quite yet.

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd like it," Sally whispered sensuously, and she slowly turned away.

John grabbed for his wife, swung her around to him, planted a desperate kiss on the soft red lips that teased him so unmercifully.

"John!" Sally yelled as if utterly surprised by his behavior. "What do you think you're doing?" She stood in front of him, looking utterly outraged. "That's all you want, isn't it? Sex, sex, sex, that's all that's on that nasty little mind of yours. Well, there are other things in life you know, other things that you wouldn't know about because you're such a beast. I'm just disgusted with you."

Throughout her whole tirade, John stood silently, his head lowered, his hands compulsively opening and closing into fists again. His rage burned so hot he didn't know if he could hold it in. Again and again, in his mind, he repeated his father's words to him: "Never raise your hand to a woman, bay, never whatever the provocation. Never, do you hear me?"