She turned her head, her mouth slightly open and her eyes slightly closed. Her need was so great, it had been so long. Her hands reached out, guided by the warmth of the desire in her belly. She knew that this was the time, this would satiate the animal-like lust burning within her.

Spread before her like a sacrifice against creamy linen. Slowly, slowly she told herself. Savor it, let it flow through you. Her lips parted and she spoke, her mouth dry.

"Peas? I don't like peas! Waiter!"