unfortunately , like all men , once a sexual thought began to unravel in his mind , there was absolutely no way to stop it , and the next thing he knew , he had an image imprinted at the forefront of his brain of raven french lying stark na**d in the middle of his bed , one hand covering her breast , the other between her legs , stroking herself with measured , leisurely caresses and looking as if she were about to come apart at the seams .