CHAPTER TWO
Carolyn White lay back in her bed, enjoying the view that her San Francisco Russian Hill apartment afforded her. She stretched lazily, savoring the feel of the clean, fresh sheets against her naked body. Slowly she ran her hands over the full rounded mounds of her breasts, holding them for just a moment and then letting her hands slide down over the smooth curves of her hips and down over her thighs.
"What a glorious day!" she said out loud, throwing the covers back and quickly jumping out of bed.
She walked to the full length mirror on the closet door and admired the voluptuous curve of her body. The initial horror of her encounter with Robert Jarvis was now completely eradicated from her mind. So she wasn't a virgin anymore—not in any of her orifices, but it didn't matter.
