Lisle struggled to think.  She knew a little about sex - what a 'good girl' was expected to know to please her husband, and that had been learned earlier than she had expected.  Her lover had taught her how to be a good wife beneath him.  Whores did other things, she knew, but such things weren't discussed in polite company.<br/><br/>"I - could warm your bed, s-satisfy your - urges - I can cook and clean..." the latter two seemed vaguely ridiculous as an offer, but she was grasping at straws with a mind made clumsy by the urges that her altered body was forcing on her.<br/><br/>Then, she felt the cold kiss of the needle.  "Oh god, please!"  She knew it was too late to hope for any such mercy, but the plea was involuntary.