Once again she began to doubt the wisdom of what she was about to do. Was it really wise or logical to debase herself just to publicly embarrass her husband? Wasn’t that stupid? The door opened and the detective entered. It was obviously her imagination, but somehow he looked different. She noted for the first time that he was extremely muscular through the shoulders and arms. He was stocky; his bull-neck and legs looked as if they belonged on a football fullback. He appeared much cleaner… more acceptable as a male, she thought. The only thing that hadn’t changed was that mammoth cyclopean penis that bobbed and throbbed with each beat of his pulse.

He stood in the middle of the room, feet spread apart, and hands on hips. “Well?” he asked.

She took one deep shuddering breath and then stood. “Let’s get over with this as fast as possible,” she said. “Which picture do you want to take first?”

“I’ve focused on the end of the bed.” He motioned where she was to be. Sylvia moved next to the camera. She was suddenly very aware of the odor of after-shave lotion; it was her husband’s yet it seemed to have more vigor… seemed more feral… than when Bruce used it. Unaccountably, her knees were beginning to feel rubbery.

Shelton made an adjustment on the camera then unfastened the remote cable from the leg of the tripod. He turned to her. “Sit here on the edge of the bed.”

“You want me to sit?” Sylvia repeated idiotically.

He smiled; she noticed his lips… they looked strong, too. “Yes, sit. Because if you want to have a photograph taken of someone eating your pussy, it has to be that way.”

Sylvia recoiled at his crude obscenity. “Watch your language, Mister Shelton. You aren’t with a street whore now.”

“I beg your pardon,” he said sarcastically, and put one strong hand on her shoulder and pushed her naked buttocks down to the bedspread.

Sylvia tried to regain command of the situation. She watched as he took the long wire cable from the camera and put it at the foot of the bed. Then, without warning, he knelt down between her ankles. She was incapable of movement, feeling almost like a hypnotized bird watching the snake approach. Only then did her mind begin shouting storm warnings at her, but she ignored them and forced herself to continue.