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| breasts and kissing her, not caring that he might be stirring the other men to lusty needs. "Tell me something funny, Stanford. Make me laugh." |

| She sucked in a wild breath of air when he lay her down on the ground and held her there forcibly with one hand while his other hand sought her moistness beneath her skirt. "Please," she whispered harshly, her face flooding with color. "Do not humiliate me in such a way. Please?" |

| "A whore is begging not to be humiliated?" Stanford said huskily, spreading himself over her. He kissed her wetly along the dark planes of her face, down the gentle slope of her neck, and then the upper lobes of her breasts. "Let's show the men just how a whore makes her money, Bianca. Loosen up. Kiss me. Touch me." |

| "You were going to tell me something funny," Bianca pleaded. "This is not funny, Stanford. Please stop!" |

| Having had his fun with her for the moment, Stanford jerked away from her and left her lying there panting with fright. He laughed to himself when he detected a deep hatred in her eyes. She did not know it, but that made him even more excited and willing to wait for the right moment to have her. |

| "Get up," he ordered flatly. "I'm in no mood for you right now. I've got a lot of thinking to do." |

| Meekly straightening her blouse and skirt, Bianca scooted to a sitting position. Tears shone in the corners of her eyes. One day she would find a way to make Stanford pay for treating her so unkindly. She would have been better off staying in Melbourne! Yet she knew that he would have never allowed it. |

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