Sarah's eyes bulged in terror. The drug! The drug! Why didn't it work! She felt only fear, not the blind lust that she now craved like a junkie craves... heroin.And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected. The first piercing warning came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the mattress and began running his rough callused hands over her smooth, cringing young flesh.Her reaction was violent! A deep indescribable electrifying shock shot through the frayed nerve-ends of her body. The skirt fitted nicely round her waist but it was no more than eight inches from waist to hem and she didn't need a mirror to tell her that the tops of her legs, the under curves of her bottom, and the tip of the triangle of hair on her belly peeped out under the edge of it. She pulled the skirt as low as she could, but it hardly helped at all, and she knew that as she walked all manner of things would be visible, and when the visitor bent her over the chair, as she expected he would, then. ?This is,? Craig glowered at her as he held the single sheet of paperup for her. Ronnie took the sheet and looked at it, turning pale as she did so. ?Shit!? She said. ?What bastard would send something like this?? ?The bastard you've been fucking, perhaps?? Craig spat the words out. ?But I haven't been, there's only you,? Ronnie protested. ?Really.? Craig took the letter and read it out loud. ?Dear Craig,I thought you'd like to know that your wife is really good in bed. She reallyis one of the. You think I don't know why you rush back to your room as soon as the movie is finished? That I don't know what you do when you get there, with your skirt around your waist, and your fingers between your legs? I can hear the moans, and the gasps and the squeaks. I can see the blush on your face when you return."And now. Now you fucking lie out here, half naked, with nearly all of your skin on show, and your beautiful body framed by that towel, your wonderful breasts hot and sweaty in the sun..