Janet looked as if she was about to ask something, then shook her head and quickly left the office. McGrath leaned back in his chair, smiling, yet feeling sorry for her. She could be such a foxy lady, if only she had a heart. He wouldn't have minded getting it on with her himself, except that she'd made it so clear that she hated men. Well, how was she going to feel once those helpless sensations of lust swept through her body?

Janet was wondering the same thing as she drove home.

Once she'd had the same feelings as other girls, but for ten years now she'd managed to blot them out. She'd reached a point where she had no sexual thoughts, no needs, no desire for male company-and that was the way she wanted to keep it. She'd had just one affair, and that was enough. It had put her off men and sex for good. But now she had to take this damned pill.

"Oh, damn it all, why did I have to go on that cruise?"

She moaned. "Why didn't I just stay home and read?"

The cruise had taken her to certain tropical places where tourists rarely went, and that was where she'd picked up the rare fever. Now, with fall classes starting tomorrow, she'd simply have to take the medicine or risk giving the fever to her students. She sighed as she parked the car and walked inside her little white clap-board house. She took the bottle of pills out of her purse and dumped one pill into her hand.

"Just for one week," she reminded herself.

She quickly took the pill, then sat down to read over some notes for her classes. Within twenty minutes she couldn't concentrate. The medicine was taking effect much faster, and much more powerfully, than she'd imagined. She felt sensations in her pussy which she hadn't had in a decade-swelling, heating, moistening.

It had been a long time, but she still recognized the symptoms. Just as Dr. McGrath had warned, she was horny.