“Priscilla is having Libby followed. That means when I follow Libby, I have to be discreet. The last thing I need is Priscilla knowing that I know what she's doing. It would ruin everything.”

“Next I think about that night on my bed: her head pressed into my pillow, her hair spread out around her face. The memory of it makes me hard, but then I remember how it ended, with Libby seeing me with Priscilla. Impotent rage washes over me, but I'm still hard as a damn diamond. I shift my weight; that makes it worse. Libby's eyes are on mine, thankfully.”

“C'mon, Libby…I don't have room for wherever this might be headed, so why not end it while we're both ahead?”

“Instead I go to the vineyard and jerk off in my bed. When I'm finished, I call Marchant. I can't tell him about Priscilla's threats...”

“Priscilla is a masochist, but she has a sadistic side, I learned tonight. She brought the whip to keep me out of the party, but she definitely enjoyed using it.”

“Last night, the Hunter was hunted. Do you remember how hard I made you cum?”

“I fuck sweetheart, and that’s all I do. It means nothing when I do it. I find girls who want to do what I like to do, and I spend myself in them. When I’m done, I leave. You don’t want that, and you and I both know it.”