She feels a hand sliding under her skirt.
Oh, she likes that. She should protest, but Stella can't remember why. She's a good Christian girl, but good girls can still enjoy a friendly touch, can't they?
No, that can't be right.
Both of Raven's hands are playing with her chest right now and Stella's confused. How can Raven have so many hands? She opens her eyes - only now realizing they were closed - and sees a musclebound hunk of a man laying between her legs...