And so her unconvincing words seemed to have no effect either on the now lewdly grinning man or on the pulsing rod of flesh that was straining against her belly. "Aw, c'mon Suzie," he pleaded. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why fight it?"

Then he gently but firmly drew her into a heady, clinging embrace and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," he cooed softly. "God every time I'm around you, I go nuts with wanting you so badly."

"D-Don't even talk like that!" she groaned. Her body too was on fire, yet she knew men and she knew she must resist.

Before she could find the breath to protest, she felt his one hand grasp her chin and tilt it upward toward his face. Then she could taste the warm moistness of his lips as his mouth came down hotly over hers, and his tongue slithered deep into her mouth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.

The reluctant Chinese beauty had to admit that this man's firm, manly body felt good pressed against her, its sinewy strength beating against the supple roundness of her breasts. Instinctively, her body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her, realizing she was involuntarily responding this way to him. Russ Redford possessed an affable charm and forceful personality, and was one of the most desirable men she had ever met. The urge to shout "Yes!" to him was nearly uncontrollable…

But it was stopped dead, checked as always, by the black and terrible cloud of her hurtful past hanging overhead.

"Oh God, no Russ," she whimpered as he released the tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment. Haunted by a fear of what might follow, Suzie clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to break the lock of his arms. "No… no more… Wendy will be back soon! Please, you have to let me go!"