He had that lustful look she so dispised the blankness in his face, the hunger in his eyes. Though she had only seen it once before she knew it instantly and headed for the door. He followed and tried to calm and hold her. Kissed her and said they could start over. But the damage was done she couldn't be won. She knew better and left without her sweater. The next day she came around, came in queitly careful not to make a sound. But there he sat exactly where she left him with a nagging feeling he hadn't slept since then. Ahh... you've come back I see, I knew you couldn't resist me. She saw her seater on the flooor, in a crumpled pile ripped and torn. That was why she really came so she turned to leave once again. IN a second he was on his feet in position to block her retreat. He grabbed and threw her on the bed. Told her she had to give him head. She was shaky and decided to do it his way. He doesn't have a head to this very day.