“So?” she shrugged minutely, unwilling to have a conversation. She was tired, she was used up, and she wanted more sleep. It seemed as if, having learned so much about her body and its responses, he wanted to get into her mind now as well. It was…disturbing.
“More to a woman than just a body,” he went on, his hand stroking her with surprising gentleness. “Lots more.”
“Let me sleep,” she yawned again. “Please.” The last word sounded more like an order than a request. He fell silent, still holding her. Soon he knew she was asleep. Soon after, he was too.
Dianne’s sleep came in little bits here and there. Once in a while, Rom or one of the others would get the urge and come in to visit her. She was by now too worn out to respond much. They kept her hands tied, but freed her legs and her
