She finally eased her young lips from his and stared at him, asking, "You won't stop, will you?"

His breath was already coining in gutturally hoarse gasps as he said to her, "Once a man gets started on something like this, Jo Ann, it would take one helluva lot to make him stop."

She was silent for a moment, smiling to herself with the knowledge that her young, as yet not fully matured body was enough to arouse this man, and she nodded, saying, "Thank you."

There was only one light on in the room, a small lamp plugged into a wall socket attached to the light switch, and in that dimness she saw the desire in his eyes. Sitting forward, she slipped her blouse from her arms, then allowed him to pull her brassiere off and toss it on the floor where she would find it, later. Boldly she leaned back a little, thrusting the small golden globes of her breasts, with their pink nipples at the man. The tiny breast points were already erect, making a direct accusation of their condition to the one at whom they pointed. She lay against his arm, then lifted her breasts with both hands, small as they were, as if offering him two apricots to appease the hunger she had caused to be built in him. Not even in her dream had Jo Ann done anything like this before. Not that she was the kind of girl to feel embarrassed at something like this. Still, it made her feel good to know she was having this kind of effect on a grown man who had played with all manner of women ranging from eighteen probably up into their sixties, because it had been rumored he had once been seen with Miss Prudence, a seventy-year-old spinster who until that time had been rumored to have been a virgin all her life. Just what had transpired between the dean and Miss Prudence was never really known, but the woman who had always looked somewhat uncontented before was now walking around wearing a wide smile, and rumor had it she had put the dean in her will for a large chunk of her estate when she died.