A few moments later Jack raised his large frame from atop his completely ravaged bride and stood from the bed looking half-dazed. Becky stared coldly at him, feeling those fleeting moments of compassion dissolve in a wave of pain and disappointment. She rolled over on her side and tried to gather her thoughts which still reeled with insane images of his pounding buttocks and chest.

"I suppose you think we're finished, all washed up," she heard Jack's voice intone as if from a great distance.

"At this point, I'm only trying to bear the pain," she gasped as another burst of hot rasping sensation shot through her violated loins.

"As you might have noticed," he said, his voice rising in anger, "you were not exactly the willing bride."

Becky heard him pad heavily across the room and she shut her eyes tight and buried her face in the pillow. So this is what sex is supposed to be like, she thought to herself. For years she had dreamed of a perfect wedding night that had now been submerged in a chaos of violent and obscene fucking. And that was what it had been… fucking! Not the tender love-making she had wanted so badly.

"What are you thinking of doing?" Becky said to her husband, who now stood before her dressed in his bathrobe.

"First, I'll get dressed, second, I'll have a drink, and, third, I'll have another drink," he said and opened the portable bar across from the bed, withdrawing a single half-empty bottle of scotch from the compartment.

Becky sighed. It wasn't enough to have a raving sex maniac in the room. In a few minutes, Jack Thompson would be drunk, and she didn't know what else she would have to contend with.

He sulked with his scotch by the half-open window, some of the late night traffic noise wafting up from the street below. The honeymoon's over, Becky thought ironically to herself. Tomorrow, providing that Jack would come out of his surly mood, they could begin to pick up the pieces. She got up and walked across the room, exposing herself not only to her husband but also to the lecherously prying eyes of Olaf Jorgensen.