"If he reads me one more sonnet talking of a man and a woman making love and doesn't make love to me himself...I'm going to scream!" thought Dorothea with a groan as Isaac started reading aloud yet another sonnet. I don't think he even realizes that I'm more than willing to feel his hands...his tongue...his erection inside me. I think it is time for me to take matters into my own hands. Dorothea took a quick breath for courage, then gently placed her hand on Isaac's chest until he stopped reading. When he stumbled to a halt and looked up her, she said in a voice not much more than a whisper,
"Sweetheart, I've eluded my chaperones today. We are all alone. If you read one more sonnet without kissing me, touching me....making love to me...I'm going to die of unfulfilled love."
"Oh Dorothea, I'd like nothing better my sweet. I promise I'll be gentle and I will make you feel very, VERY good..."