Quote #557
Carlotta lay on the mound of pillows strewn about the floor of the
poolhouse back arched and head thrown back, screaming the name of the only
man who had ever taken her to the pinnacle of unbridled ecstasy, the only
man with whom she had experienced the overwhelming rush of carnal
electricity - unfortunately not the man who now peered up at her from the
tangle of hastily discarded clothing with the sullen and quizzical visage of
a calf looking at a new gate....