"Go ahead, drink up," Keel said. "Have all you want: it's good for you." She watched his grin twist crookedly. "Makes you sexy, too… and we want that, don't we, baby?"

Madeleine felt her face flushing. She watched him gulp away his entire glassful, then tilted her own to her lips. He nodded approvingly and filled the tumblers once more; then, as she stared half-fascinated, he began removing his clothes as if the act was completely divorced from her.

He turned to her suddenly. "Well…? Want me to strip you, myself?"

She hadn't stopped trembling, but she managed to shake her head, set down her wine and unfasten the snaps behind at her neck, then, firming her lips determinedly, wriggled the dress from her shoulders, down over her full, rounded young hips and stepped out of it. Immediately, she sensed his eyes greedily feeding upon her but she dare not look at him lest she break in a mad flight for the door. Instead, she automatically lifted her slip over her head, picked up her dress and laid them over the one chair in the room. She felt embarrassingly naked before him, even though she was still strategically covered with her panties, garter belt, bra and the only pair of nylons she had ever owned.

The wine took its initial effect then, producing a wave of light-headedness. She glanced at Keel; he was naked, removing his socks. His body was as massive and gross as his face, his jaundice-hued flesh sagging and wet with perspiration, causing him to glisten before her. Then, she saw it… his thick penis… rigid and standing out from beneath the hanging bulk of his flabby belly, surrounded by a heavy growth of greying pubic hair. Once more, she trembled in revulsion as she stared at him, the thought of his fat body upon her own sending waves of fear and abhorrence through her. The mere thought…! My God! She couldn't do it! She simply couldn't!