"She walked arund the bed to the closet, which was now at my back. I heard her open the door again, then she said, 'And don't look around, Shell. Please, I mean it. Promise?' 'Sure.' Hell, I'd have promised to jump over the house. I hear her moving around, things rustling, and that I didn't look is a tribute to my will power that will never fade. 'There, now it's safe'. I took that to mean I could look. At least that would be my excuse. I turned my head and Sherry was walking around the foot of the bed. She was wearing a heavy blue robe that she held together at the waist with her hands. Through the material was thick, I could see the mounds of her breasts moving under the cloth, and I knew she wore nothing underneath it. That cloth was as thick as my tongue."

1958.