Christine opened her eyes and groaned as he insulted her again.<br/><br/>"Can you not be kind for a few moments? I am not a born and bred slut, and I will disagree with a man or woman if they are wrong. What makes a man so much more important than a woman?"<br/><br/>She knew how the world worked, but that didn't make it any more true. Besides, she wanted to distract herself from the pleasure he was giving her. When he grasped her breast tightly, she hissed in pain, but then moaned as she grew even wetter. She was so confused. She didn't want to be here, but her body ached for something...for Alistair, for Tom, for intimacy.