Susan shifted in bed and slipped a hand deep beneath the sheet.

Aroused, too, as we observe from the shape beneath the sheet.

Except for the slight rise and fall of her chest beneath the sheet, she might have been dead.

A glance beneath the sheet told him he wore nothing.

He got out his cigarette lighter and held it beneath the sheet of paper.

Ignoring him, Blood pointed to die still form beneath the sheet.

His forearms were slender, the body beneath the sheet small.

Margaret watched the movement beneath the sheet lessen, then stop.

She was not quite ready to confront what lay beneath the plastic sheet.

When I get back to the room she is still in bed, lying naked on her belly beneath the sheet.