"Hank," Victoria Talkington behind him reached out to hug him, "I'm so cold, can you hold me?"
"No." Unexpectedly, Hank Clegg decisively rejected her passionate invitation.
Victoria Talkington seemed startled, she asked again, "Why not?"
Hank Clegg, while rowing, did not respond.
Seeing he appeared unmoved by her tactics, Victoria Talkington began to rub his chest.
Her touch was seemingly experienced as her hands gently moved downwards across his firm chest, just about to reach lower.
However, Hank Clegg grabbed her hand with a tight grip causing a pained crying sound immediately coming from behind him.
"Hank, it hurts...what's wrong with you?" Victoria Talkington gasped.
Hank Clegg coldly replied, "If you move again, I will throw you into the lake to feed the crocodiles."
Upon hearing this, tears welled up in Victoria Talkington's eyes.
"Hank..." she choked out, "I had waited for you so eagerly... and yet, you're so cold to me…"
