"No, it's you who intoxicates me, Miriam. And… by God, I am going to kiss you, right now!"

Before she could find the breath to protest, she was being gently twisted around and pressed tightly against his naked chest. She could taste the grape flavor of the wine as his lips enfolded over hers and his tongue slithered easily into her mouth, rubbing and searching ever so tenderly in the moisture for the softness of her own tongue. His firm manly body felt good against hers, its sinewy strength pressing against the pliant supple softness of her own breasts. Her lips parted and though still trembling, their glistening richness beckoned him to cover her mouth harder.

Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him closer against her sensuously responding body. She could feel his lips crush and suck at her mouth more urgently, and his hand sliding over her slim, softly trembling back. Her thoughts dulled by the alcohol and strained to the breaking point, her mind couldn't reject the lewd lascivious tinglings that were beginning to course through her involuntarily quivering loins. He felt so wonderful to her, and every delicious sensation and muddled thought worked to deaden the acutely painful horrors of her memory. Instinctively she began to respond to his subtle caresses and pressed her wanting body to him with every fiber of her strength. But all the while, in spite of the intensity of her response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach…

"Oh God, no Roger," she whimpered, haunted by a fear of what might follow. "We… have to go now. Late, gotta go home. Please, let me go!"

"Shhhhh, darling," he softly whispered in her ear. "You want me to hold you like this, darling, I know you do…"