The attractive young housewife took another deep puff on her cigarette and then leaned back against the sofa and shut her eyes, trying to blot out the ugly feelings that suddenly surged forward from her subconscious. She remembered the afternoon before Tim had left for Boston, Monday afternoon, when he had… raped her… yes, raped her in the cruelest manner possible. Her petite frame shuddered from head to foot as she once more saw her young husband lurching angrily toward her, stark naked, his… his huge penis angrily erect and leering at her like a menacing vision of obscenity. She hated the way it looked. It was ugly and shameful. She had always begged him to turn out the lights when he wanted to… to take her. But that afternoon he had been drinking – oh, it wasn't his fault, she knew – they had been quarreling for two days and he was frustrated with her constant fears.

"Oh God," she murmured, as hot tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Why does it have to be like this? Why is it so awful? So shameful?"

She loved Tim, loved him with a passion that nearly overwhelmed her at times. He was so handsome… so loving. Sometimes when she was alone, just thinking about him would make the skin along her arms tingle excitedly and her loins would grow strangely warm, as if a tiny fire had started there. And sometimes, though she tried desperately to resist it when it happened, her vagina would grow involuntarily moist… so moist sometimes that the thin material of her nylon panties would grow damp from the mysterious secretion that flowed from the aching walls of her private interior. Yet, whenever this happened, she grew frigid with fear, and the words of Miss Whitfield would roar at her from inside her head – fierce warnings against "carnal lust" so strong that the tips of her fingers would grow immediately cold as ice.

The troubled young wife knew in her heart that it was wrong to react like that. She had read enough to know that sex could be a beautiful, wonderful experience between a man and a woman. But sometimes Tim wanted to do strange things to her, even… even put his lips to her… her vagina… and lick it with his tongue! Though her conscious nature told her there was nothing to fear, an increasingly deep sense of shame and humiliation washed over her now when they made love.