She breathes past the urge to grit her teeth. He reaches over and pushes against her shoulder until she lies back against the pillows. His hand sinks away and, on the way down, he grasps a breast. Squeezes it until it hurts, until his fingernails leave bites of pain, then drops it like one would drop an empty fish and chips package into a bin. The cold tip of the key returns. It travels across her body as if it has all the time in the world.