After Lobo had leapt out the window, he had dozed fitfully. But with the rising of the sun, he had arisen, looked around the messy room and soiled sheets, and as his young bride's eyes had opened to him, seen the sludge of heavy dog semen caked on the silky fur of her vulva, and run into the bathroom to be physically sick. Many times since then she had tried to awaken in him an affection for her, but he had remained cold. His goodbye kisses were merely ice-cold pecks and there was no hello passion when he came home at night. Since then, they had not made love or even come close to it.

DesirЋe had no way of knowing that a good deal of Mark's resentment was against himself for being totally unable to defend her from the raping dog. For the first time in his life he had felt totally powerless to deal with his situation, and those emotions had been exacerbated by the way his angelic, blonde bride had surrendered to the stimulation and turned into a wild bitch in heat beneath the driving cock of the dog Lobo. Again and again, the sight of her grunting and squealing, her ripe body bucking and churning, her lovely face twisted with erotic passion induced in her by the raping penis of another male – not even a human male – impinged on his memories. Blaming his own weakness for what had happened to DesirЋe, he then turned his self-loathing against her even as the vivid tableau of her degradation flashed before his mind's eye and made him afraid that he could never look on her again as he had before.

The girl had no idea how to deal with the hurt Mark was feeling, though she could well understand his revulsion of her, for she felt it equally for herself. She had not expected him to defend her, unarmed, against the dog, and she had only submitted to save his life, for she knew that she could not live without him. If only he would forget the incident for just a while, take her in his arms and make love to her deeply, cleanse the corruption from her womb, and give their relationship a fresh start. Her body burned for the touch of his hands, his lips, and his hard, thrusting penis, but all those wonderful things had been withheld from her for the intervening week.