Sheba

Sheba - that was her real name - looked innocent as a lamb and twice as cuddly. She happened to be a she-wolf in sheep’s clothing. A saleswoman, that is - who used her retching femininity to move merchandise.

She had been taught her trade by an expert - the same virile sales executive who had shattered the lamblike innocence once hers, the innocence now worn like a disguise. Maybe it was exactly this virginal aspect of Sheba which encouraged Fred, the man she loved, to brutally ravish her. W...