Foreword
"Tell me, Fiona," Richard said, "are you really, going to marry that stuffy professor?"
"How dare you talk about Lloyd like that," she stood up and held her nose high in the air. "He's a gentleman and a scholar — qualities you will never possess."
"I wouldn't trade places with that Cambridge dandy for all the money in the Bank of England," he laughed.
"Marry him," Richard said, "and you'll die of boredom. I can promise you that."
"It's none of your business," she said.
"I'd like to make it more of my business," Richard said, as he moved to the lovely brunette's side and grabbed her by the shoulders.
Richard stared at her moistened lips. He pressed his mouth to hers and pulled her body close to his. He could feel her naked breasts beneath her blouse.
"You beast," she pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. "How dare you!"
"Does Lloyd Browne—Douglas kiss like that?"
"He's a gentleman," she sniffed. "He would never kiss me like that — like a wild savage."
"I'll bet he never did this, either," Richard said, tearing at her blouse and ripping it off her back. He stared hungrily at her exposed breasts.
The lovely English woman started to run toward her horse. But Richard grabbed her. The stable hand threw her to the heath and tore at her skirt.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make a woman of you."