She tried to just listen, and to breathe through the tension that crept through her body as she resisted her wandering imagination. And then she realized that was exactly what Bob was telling her not to do. Not that he was telling her to act on the Hunger's every whim, just not to fight against her own feelings.
She swallowed, and let out her breath. Bob did have a sexy voice. She wondered what he'd look like, if he were human, and not just a spirit that lived in someone's empty head. She looked at him, but she couldn't really get a good picture of a fleshy Bob in her mind.
"Even if I accept it," she asked, "Won't I still wind up making people addicted people to me, after sex? Assuming I ever become comfortable enough with myself to actually cross that bridge. I can't even...touch myself."