Lennox grinned and continued his attempt to extract her body from the dress. She pulled his hands away.
"I said stop it," Olga repeated. "Don't spoil it."
"Don't worry. Won't hurt th'dress. Zit'zip or hook?"
"You're making everything nasty. Stop!"
"Oh no. Make everything lovely."
"Stop pawing me like that. What do you think you're going to do?"
"What comes natal to a fella." He kissed her again and slid his hands along her legs. She struggled violently, bruising his lips against his teeth. She was breathing heavily. Lennox pinned her arms back with his left arm while he gently slid her dress bodice down to her waist. She screamed and bit his hand savagely. He let her go and sat up in bewilderment.
"Why allv sudden?" he asked faintly.
She scrambled to her feet and backed away, hastily pulling the dress bodice up into place. He squinted at her. She was shocked and terrified, and gooseflesh showed on her arms. Suddenly he realized what she was and the mistake he'd made.
"Oh. My. God." Lennox whispered. "You're justa baby. A tease. Virgin tease, yes? Noodnick, not nympho. Throw your body 'round. Don' know whatyr doing. Use dirty words. Don' know what they mean. A baby makin'like a woman. Yes?"