<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I am absolutely terrified that I am going to hurt you," Cameron blurted.  He hadn't intended to say anything of the sort -- but when the wooden bar notched shut, the last vestiges of his restraint fell away.  "I have -- you are -- I imagine you are -- "  He held up a hand for her patience, then shifted the hand to cover his eyes.  "I imagine that you are not... experienced... with a man... though of course I will speak nor think no ill of you if that is not the case!  But I am -- well, I am not inexperienced."  He hadn't been chaste or celibate in his life, though nothing serious had come of it.  "The idea that I may touch you in a way that you do not like, that hurts you -- my love, I do not wish to bring you anything but pleasure."</span></span>