Sexing the Indian. Scholarships Role in the Consolidation of Colonial Structures of Gender and Sexuality

She had not had sex, had not had the release of her strong sexual passions, in six full months. She needed, wanted, a man – right now. Bette moistened her lips, recklessly draining more of the champagne. She was completely, painfully aware of Ken sitting next to her – handsome, quiet, virile Ken, who resembled David so much, who had a lean, hard-muscled body just as David had had, who possibly would be a far better lover than David had ever been. No, no! Bette thought. Oh God, no, I can't think like that, I can't! He's almost like a brother to me, and he's been so kind and good these past few weeks and before that, too, taking Tony in, giving him a home I could destroy everything if I let my feelings run away with me, I could make him hate me, make him turn me out and away from Tony. No, as much as I might want a man, want Ken at this moment, I can't I can't I have to stop thinking about such things because they're impossible, completely and totally. Suddenly, Bette felt the pressure of Ken's warm, masculine thigh against her own as he moved closer to her on the couch, and she turned to face him ...»