Her body was completely relaxed. The wind made the branches of the oak knock at her window and she was looking outside. But her eyes were just wandering. What she was really watching was in her mind. Overwhelmed by a perfect languor she was lying on the sofa. Despite her apparent stillness she was quivering inside. Her thoughts were quickly widening on compliant buttons and on zips that were eagerly grinning. Her fantasy was lingering on lips disclosing and protecting their secrets and on skins veiled by a jealous intimacy. The whole world was outside, left to wait on the threshold of her total belonging to her love. And she wanted to make it wait. While hugging a cushion she repeated ” All I want is you!” The whole world was not enough for her. She wanted him.