"What do you want?" she asked again.

"Well," Pete said. "I saw you leave the party. I thought you might be a little lonely."

"I'm not," she said.

"Now that's not very nice," Pete Daniels said. He was looking her over carefully. He had always thought she was a good looking woman, but she'd never given any man in the neighborhood a tumble. Now John had started spreading the word that she'd put out. Pete was determined to find out for himself.

Pete liked the way her, blue robe hugged her sweet looking body. She looked like she'd just stepped out of the shower. He would bet that she had nothing on under that robe. The thought of her naked body made him tremble with lust. He wanted some of that fine looking stuff. It didn't matter if she didn't want it. She had nobody around who was going to protect her.

"Why don't you relax, sugar," Pete suggested. "I thought the two of us might have a party."

"Are you crazy?" she asked.

He watched her backing up on the bed until she could back up no farther. The front of her blue robe came open. He caught a glimpse of her firm, creamy thighs before she jerked it frantically back together. He imagined that he could see a couple of her curly black pussy hairs.

She was breathing fast and he realized that she was scared of him. That excited him. He had never had a woman scared of him before. He felt strong, like a Goddamn caveman. Pete could make this woman do anything he wanted. He could make her go through the paces like a trained dog. Like a bitch in heat. It was a feeling he'd always wanted to have.

"Why don't you take the robe off?" he asked.

"You are crazy," she said.

"No," Pete said. There was a hard glint in his eyes. "I'm not crazy. I just want to have a little bit of what you have. You won't miss it, sugar."