Watching, he knew then why he had delayed. He could see in her what he had first felt that day on the beach. He had been right. The animal pull clung about her. She was lust made visible. She seemed not so much a woman as a consuming force. And while this had merely disturbed him then, it was almost frightening now. Even so, he was getting up and fumbling with his belt. And she was standing there naked — laughing obscenely.
