Brent became addicted to teasing and seducing Beverley. Throughout dinner, he was always doing those things, making her face flush with embarrassment. She became annoyed with him.

“Forget it! I’m not going to the supermarket!” grumbled Beverley as she brushed Brent’s hand away. She hurried to the car, leaving him behind.

“Why? Could it be that you can’t wait to get into bed with me?” Brent’s footsteps stopped. He didn’t pursue her.

“Brent, stop teasing me!” ...