Chapter Four
The Case of Bethany P.
It happened the night he had taken her back to his place, after a wonderful dinner in a small but elegant restaurant he knew of. As they snuggled up on his sofa, sipping wine and letting the evening unfold, Bethany, who had been in a dark mood over some imagined slight at work, felt herself beginning to relax. Feeling cozy and warmly romantic, she let her head fall back on his shoulder, and when his encircling hand came down to cover her left breast, she didn’t stir -- content to simply let it rest there, holding her lightly. She knew that the now-familiar pattern would unfold. Soon he would want to make love, a thought that was not all that unpleasant to her, even though she had a hard time getting off. At least Darren wasn’t as quick as some men she
