The doorbell rings

You're staring into his face, your breathing deepening as your arousal heightens. He watches you, smiling as if he knows exactly what is happening inside you, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on your flesh.

When the doorbell rings you gasp in surprise and disappointment. You wanted so much for him to take you and use you that the interruption is like being doused with cold water. He smiles at you with wry amusement and takes his fingers away as he takes a step back from you.

"So it begins," he says softly. "Go and answer the door Lisa. It's showtime."