But the gentleman in me nudged and reared its head up and kept poking and my mind repeated as if on automaton, "go slow she looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Go slow."

 But the evil man was just not ready to let her off the hook so easily and hence I leaned in closer until I could see those brown black orbs darken in desire and when I continued with my torment, I could feel her surrender to the passion. Her lips trembled while she closed her eyes waiting for the onslaught any moment now.