Helpless, he sank against the casing.

The girl walked to his feet, bent, placed a hand on each of his shoulders, and smiled into his eyes.

He could scent the flower-like odour of her body and wrapping, even her hair.

He struggled frantically to speak to her as she leaned closer, yet closer, and softly but firmly laid lips of pulsing sweetness on his in a deliberate kiss.
The Harvester was on his feet now.

Belshazzar shrank into the shadows.
"Come back!" cried the man.