Paul pulled up Nancy’s sundress, and the touch of his hands on her thighs made her sick to her stomach. He was utterly ignorant of her discomfort, though. He only had one thing on his mind, and it wasn’t the grumbles in his tummy. His hands tore her thong, and as the fabric slid down her legs, she began to sob.

Nancy was terrified. Even when they were married, Paul had never attacked her this way. Their sex had been purposeful and without passion, and it had stopped the minute that she was ...