Have I given him too much? She did not know, but she thought she knew him and that the push she gave him would barely have made an impression. He would remember the laugh and the caress that had preceded it. He would not remember the push. She had to give him a little more each time. Enough so that he would think that he might be able to win her by charm and not have to resort to force; not so much that she ran out of room before her father returned. She needed him back soon. Time was running out for her.
