I was having sex with Tiernan when it all went wrong.

It started out wonderful. Tiernan did all the right things; going slow at first, touching gently and then with more force. It was so good that I rushed him a little, and he was soon rising up above me, his smooth, sculpted chest under my hands and his heartbeat thudding wildly against my fingers.

The sable ends of his hair were sweeping forward faster and faster; teasing me with brief glimpses of his face. Then that ...