At twenty six and strongly career minded, Liz detested men. She was beautiful, blonde, busty, and intelligent. Thus because her attributes were also her downfall she had grown to fight for equality. Men subconsciously labelled her sexually primed and willing – her buxom appeal upheld society’s view. But her erudite intelligence railed indignant against their howls, derisive in arrogant patronage.
Not taken seriously, dismissed out of hand, she grew ardent in her quest to prove women’s success and ability was honed against males’ contempt.
But when she met Will, Lisabeth’s stern face softened. Remembering her femininity, she coyly blushed at feeling so vulnerable to his advances. Thoughts of radical change lost to insecurities of self – reproach.She quietly succumbed to his spell and allowed him the lead, while she followed in modesty. Shy with desire, her heart joyous with anticipation; her mind rallied a fear, not to lose such a tenuous moment but to let it lead to forever.