Granger holds her skirt as she slowly stands up, her chin held high, lips pursed and then parted. She takes two and a half unsteady steps back, her eyes never leaving his, and she sinks down onto the chaise lounge, her grip tight on her skirt and her thighs still pressed together, which won't do. He needs to open her up. Open her thighs, her mouth, her sweet cunt, but he must be careful because, for all her bravado, he sees the soft tremble in her lip.