She wondered if he would have her fellate him before engaging in intercourse. Would he grab her hair and thrust roughly into her mouth, causing her to gag around him? When he was hard and covered in her saliva, would he pull her to her feet, turn her around, and bend her over the nearest surface before thrusting into her nervous quim? Or would he take her against a cold wall, rough stone pressing into her back, a hand at her throat clasping just enough to dull her awareness but not enough to risk loss of consciousness? She slipped her other hand to her own throat for just a moment and then opened her shirt and pulled her bra down to pinch at her nipples as she glanced across her living room into her kitchen.