For a moment the only _expression_ she saw there by
the lamp she carried was the one Geoffrey had worn since she had first opened
her door to him - a look of agonized dread. Yes, he supposed he had been his
own Scheherazade, just as he was his own dream-woman when he grabbed hold of
himself and jacked off to the feverish beat of his
fantasies.
Yes, he supposed he had
been his own Scheherazade, just as he was his own dream-woman when he grabbed
hold of himself and jacked off to the feverish beat of his fantasies. He had
managed about four feet before realizing he was going to do nothing more useful
than roll the wheelchair past the door and into the far comer unless he could
turn it. "He hardly dared mention the times he had gotten out of his room,
because it always made her furious; now his fear of being left alone down here
in the dark drove him to it. For a moment the only _expression_ she saw there by
the lamp she carried was the one Geoffrey had worn since she had first opened
her door to him - a look of agonized dread.