In the past, Michael would never dare to strip Betty so completely, always leaving himself a way to revert things back to normal. But tonight, it seemed he was ready to burn his bridges, determined to succeed or perish in the attempt.
By now, he had already pulled Betty's pants down to her ankles, just one step away from complete removal. Betty's face was flushed, her features contorted as if she was on the verge of tears.
Deep inside, she was praying that Michael would only engage in oral activities and perhaps use his fingers as he had the previous night, even if it meant him depositing his semen as before. She could temporarily accept that for tonight.