Oh dear...

[Goya - La maja desnuda]

«The door opened, and Lucy and Pauline carried in a small, low table. Through his fear O'Byrne felt excitement once more, horrified excitement. They arranged the table close to the bed. Lucy bent low over his erection. 'Oh dear... oh dear', she murmured. With tongs Pauline lifted instruments from the boiling water and laid them out in neat silver rows on the starched white tablecloth she had spread across the table. The leather noose sliped forwards fractionally. Lucy sat on the edge of the bed and took the large hypodermic from the bowl. 'This will make you a little sleepy', she promised. She held it upright and expelled a small jet of liquid. And as she reached for the cotton wool O'Byrne's arm pulled clear. Lucy smiled. She set aside the hypodermic. She leaned forwards once more... warm scented... she was fixing him with wild red eyes... her fingers played over his tip... she held him still between her fingers. 'Lie back, Michael, my sweet'. She nodded briskly at Pauline. 'If you'll secure that strap, Nurse Shepherd, then I think we can begin.'»

Ian McEwan, Pornography