For three days, Bill had tried to contact Faye, to no avail, telephoning her at work, at home, sending her a telegram, followed by several cards and a bouquet of long-stemmed roses. She would not speak to him on the phone; his written messages remained unanswered, and she gave her landlady the beautiful roses. Finally, on the fourth day, he walked into the stationers, just before lunch time, found her busy with a customer and waited, patiently, until she was finished.
“Faye… I have to see you… talk to you!” he blurted. “Let’s go to lunch!”
“I only have a half-hour off…” she said, coolly, not trusting herself to talk to him.
“What I have to say will take all of ten seconds!”
“Let’s get married!”
Faye blinked once at him, then stared, wide-eyed in disbelief of what she had heard; her heart skipped a beat, then began a trip-hammer pounding in her chest. It was something she had always wanted to hear, but now… now that it had been said and she was confronted with the necessity of making a decision, giving him an answer… she didn’t want it. God! She wasn’t ready! She didn’t know what to say. It had been thrust upon her too suddenly.
“I-I really wanted t-to wait.. for a while longer… b-before even thinking about g-getting married,” she said, uncertainly, “… I’m not ready… yet…”
“You told me that, already! I want to marry you, now! Will you?” He was emphatic.
Faye hesitated. “I-I can’t give you an answer… right now… I h-have to think about it…”
“Well… at least we can have lunch together! Come on, let’s go… shall we?”
Reluctantly, she went to lunch with him. After they had ordered and begun to eat, he slipped the diamond engagement ring on her finger, greasy from the cheeseburger she was eating. “Now… will you marry me?”
The ring took her by surprise. She gasped… and stared at it; finally, after long moments, she looked up at him and said, “Y-Yes… yes… Bill…! What else can I say…?”
“Say that you’ll marry me, right away… today!” he pressed.
“Oh, Bill… that’s crazy…!” Faye began.
“Then let’s be crazy! We can get in my car and go to Las Vegas… Now!”
“There’s so much to do… she protested.
“All right… we can get married, tonight!”
They weren’t married that night; it was the next evening that they stood in a small wedding chapel, in Las Vegas, exchanging the vows that made them man and wife.
Bill pressed her, constantly, presenting first one then a dozen more arguments, fielding her objections and wearing down her resolve to wait; finally, under the weight of his active campaign, she agreed, reluctantly, to their elopement.
He had telephoned his reservation for them, that same day, at one of the plush hotels. After the short wedding ceremony, and before going to their suite, they enjoyed a floor show and a couple of drinks. Faye dreaded the time when she would, finally, be alone, in a bedroom, with her husband, Bill. She was glad when he suggested the interlude of the show and drinks.
As she watched the consistently beautiful showgirls, performing half nude, provocatively, her tension built within her, her stomach churning. She was scared… absolutely petrified! I won’t know how to act… what to do… and Bill’s expecting so much! H-He’s experienced… I know he must be… and I… I really don’t know anything… about sex!
Gambling in Las Vegas is big business. Everything is set up to make it easy. Bill couldn’t resist the siren call; he drifted away to the gambling tables. He was there tossing the ivory cubes until three o’clock in the morning.
As he began to lose heavily his drinking became steady, a glass in his hand, almost constantly, until he was bleary-eyed drunk… and Faye left him there, sick at heart, went to their rooms, prepared for bed and tumbled into it bone-tired.
Bill, finally realizing through the alcohol-befogged cobwebs of his brain that it was his wedding night, dragged himself, staggeringly, away from the craps table, signed a chit for five thousand six hundred dollars – that Uncle Morris would have to pay and went to his room, where Faye waited for him, to claim his bridegroom’s rights.
Bill Wright awakened the following day, about noon, a terrific headache pounding inside his skull, painfully; his tongue was fuzzy wool, and the taste of his mouth was brown and evil. He lay in the center of the king-sized bed, nude, sprawled on his stomach, his flaccid penis stretched out, upward, under his abdomen. He felt the sensation of drying semen on it… so he knew he must have made it with Faye, after all. His memory was blurred. Christ! I must have really hung one on!
His eyes fluttered open, tentatively, the dim lighting of the bedroom instantly painful to them. He closed his eyes, again, and groaned. Reaching out across the big bed, he was going to embrace his new bride. His hand pawed only wrinkled sheets. She was not in bed with him! What the hell?!
He cocked an ear for sounds from the bathroom. Nothing!
“Faye!” he called. “Where the hell are you?”
Silence! There was only the muffled sounds, from outside the hotel, drifting in to him. He rolled over and sat up. The top of his head felt like it would split open to spew his brains out. It didn’t. Holding his head in both hands, he roared, “Faye!”
Crawling from the wreck of the bed, he wobbled into the bathroom, first. After a few moments, feeling better, he went into the sitting room of the suite. Faye was definitely not there. His bride of only a few hours had disappeared! I’ll be damned!
In the bedroom again, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands, attempting to keep his brain inside his skull. He groaned aloud. “Uuugh!”
Where the hell is she? What happened? I was so damned drunk… I can’t seem to remember… yet!
He raised his head to look around the room through eyes that refused to focus properly, searching for an answer, trying to jog his memory of what had happened on his wedding night. The note on the bedside table caught his eye, He had never seen her handwriting except when she had signed the marriage license, but he knew it must be a note from Faye. Savagely, he picked up the piece of paper to read the tiny, cramped words on it.
DEAR BILL, I COULDN’T STAND THE SORENESS ANY LONGER. I’VE GONE TO GET SOME SORT OF LOTION AT THE DRUGSTORE. BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN. LOVE, FAYE
Christ! Was I that hard on her… that she’s got to get some medicine… or go to a doctor? Did I hurt her… or something? What a hell of a way to start a honeymoon! I must have been a miserable ass… last night!
He found his cigarettes and lit one, drawing the smoke into his lungs and instantly detecting the acrid taste of the tobacco in his already foul-tasting mouth. At least, she’ll be back! For a little while… I was beginning to think she had left me! He heaved a sigh of relief.
Padding into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and gargled; rinsing his mouth, he picked up the cigarette again, and inhaled the smoke, gratefully. It tasted better, now. He began to pull on his clothing, and even thought about shaving… before Faye returned.
Now, slowly, his mind began to function, again; memories of last night rather the early morning.. started to come back to him. Christ! I must have gone off my rocker… acted like I was nuts, or something… when I came in last night! No! It was this morning… must have been after three!
He had his shorts and pants on, now; going into the bathroom, he drew a basin of water and took out his shaving things. Looking hard at himself in the mirror, he saw the after-effects of fatigue and too much liquor. More of the pieces began to fit into place.
Now… I remember… Faye was already in bed… she said she was tired… and that It was too late. She wanted to wait… until I was sober, before we had it for the first time! God! I lost my temper with her… must have gone completely crazy from wanting her!
Lathering his face, he began to shave, his mind racing on now, to more details.
I pulled the sheet off of her… and there she was… lying there in that see-through nightgown… the one she said she had picked out special for me. What a beautiful… luscious body! Damn! She’s the only woman I’ve ever known that I hadn’t seen completely naked before. I shoved my cock in her!… And she just lay there… asking me to wait… not to do it to her, yet. But, Christ! There she was! She was my wife… and I hadn’t even seen her naked… before. That nightgown just barely covered her… and I could see all those luscious curves… and her breasts sticking up under that slinky material… It just made me want her all the more… right then! Drunk as I was… I had to fuck her! I couldn’t wait!
God damn! He could see her lying there, now, her magnificent body teasing his big cock to throbbing rock-hardness. Drunkenly, he had reached for her; she had resisted him, rolling from his clutching grip and still insisting it would be better for them both, if they waited. It was then he had turned into a savagely snarling beast.
He had ripped the diaphanous nightgown from her cringing body, revealing every detail of her luscious nakedness to his lewd, sex-crazed stare. He saw the firm mounding of her full, white breasts topped with delicate, coral-line nipples, their areolas beginning to pucker in instinctive but unwanted erotic stimulation. His eyes swept down to her narrow waist, her flat belly, its navel recessed, marking a mysterious halfway point to the small, softly curling triangle of golden pubic hair that guarded the gateway to her virginal cunt.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered to him except shoving his blood-swollen, erect and aching cock into her tantalizing flesh. It had been denied him too long, already. True, she was now his wife, and he should be approaching their consummation with tenderness and understanding… knowing that she was virginal, but he saw her, in his drunken stupor, only as a woman, a woman he had to have, right then… like a whore he had bought and paid for. God! He had to fuck her! It was his right!
Faye cringed in terror, as he leered down at her, salaciously, the odor of alcohol on his breath almost overpowering her, and she vainly tried to cover her shameful nakedness; one arm was thrown, instinctively, over her jutting breasts, her other hand tugged at a corner of the sheet to cover her exposed thighs and genital mound.
“Please, Bill,” she pleaded, her eyes glistening with quick tears, let’s wait… for a while…when you feel better… and I-I can get rready for you! It’ll be better… for both of us, then. P-Please, Darling.
God! I didn’t want to be put off… again! I couldn’t say one God-damned coherent word I was so worked up and angry! My cock was so hard…and ached so much… all I could think of was fucking her with it! I must have grabbed her like some rutting animal… and shoved my cock into her… not giving a damn whether she was ready or not!
“Bill…! Bill, darling… be gentle with me! Don’t hurt me…” she begged, in shocked terror, as he had wildly thrown off his clothing and clamped her to the bed. Her eyes had widened with awe-struck horror when she saw the massive hardness of the spearing shaft of his cock jutting out, dangerously, from the hairiness of his loins. Real fear keened through her, as she realized he was going to put that horrendous thing into her tiny, completely untried vagina.
His hands had moved on her body, greedily, rapaciously, kneading and massaging the smooth and tender contours of her beautiful, young body. His cruel fingers pinched at the pink, protruding nipples of her breasts until they stood out firm and erect; then, he had dropped his mouth, hungrily, to them, nibbling and sucking, his teeth, finally, chewing at the crinkled, resilient flesh of her berry-like paps, the tender skin breaking painfully, and the warm, sweet but salty taste of her blood oozed from the open wounds onto his lappingly rapacious tongue.
“Ooh… Bill! NOooo! Not like th-this… please? Not like this… it ruins everything!” she had screamed, pleadingly.
He had heard her, but her screams of out-a raged protest had gone unheeded. There was only one goal in his mind. He had smothered her pain-twisted lips with his own, his voracious tongue lashing deeply into her throat to stifle… the sounds of her moans even as they had begun to form.
She fought me like a tiger… all the way! God damn me for a stupid ass! What was it… in the… that made me so brutal with her? It must have been hard for her to take all of my cock… up inside her… for the first time!
Bill remembered, then, how he had held her terror-stricken and straining body in his arms, pinioning her to the bed, imprisoning her with his superior weight and strength, his heavy-muscled chest bearing down on her, pressing her, helplessly, down into the softness of the mattress.
Her face twisted, grotesquely, in unreasonable horror, as she realized his intent. Disbelief that she was to be a victim of a brutal sexual assault, raped, on her wedding night, knifed into her brain, the vivid picture of what she had expected to happen, now, playing before her eyes like a scene from a grade B monster movie. Her head thrashed from side to side, in her helplessness, her long, blonde hair becoming tousled, wildly, around her face, as she struggled with grim futility under him, and he bit at her neck and shoulders, inflicting new hurts.
Insanely, following the dictates of his passion, he forced himself upon his lovely bride, ignoring her wailing pleas, until they became a mumblingly incoherent stream of unintelligible words in his ears. It was then he had rammed his hard-cock into her and fucked her for the first time God! how he had fucked her animalistically… mindlessly… brutally! Christ! I shoved and pounded it into her… like I was nothing but a fucking machine! I couldn’t stop! I had to fuck her… or else! That’s all I could think of…!
His hand began to shake as he shaved, and he had to stop for a moment, fearing he would nick himself with the razor. I was crazy for cunt… acting like a rutting boar!
Turning, deaf, uncaring ears to her frenzied moans of terror, he had forced himself between her long, slim, white legs, brutally wedging her tapering thighs apart; splaying them obscenely to display her vulnerable, helpless genitals to his gaze, and he fitted his slim hips down between her straining thighs, his pelvis pinning her wildly gyrating buttocks to the bed with the force of his weight upon her.
The softly curling, golden down of her loins had brushed slightly, teasingly, against the sensitive head of his throbbingly blood-engorged cock, and the tantalizing sensations had incited him to further, unintelligible mumblings of uncontrolled, lascivious lust. His muscular legs held her white thighs open, helplessly, to him, as he ground his pelvis into her, trying to find the channel in the moist, coral flesh of her furrowed pussy. Blindly, to no avail, his elongated and hardened prick stabbed, futilely, into the hollows between her desperately squirming thighs, missing the mark he so desperately wanted to penetrate.
Finally, in frustrated exasperation, his hand had reached down between them to-grasp. the massive hardness of his cock by the shaft. Working it in his hand, he had moved the crimson-cowled cock-head up and down her dry, unready slit, until he found the snugly tight on-flee to the tender, young cuntal passage between her legs, palpitating, softly, there, in terror of his unexpected assault. Then, he placed the expanding knob of his cock against the cameo-pinkness of her vaginal opening and rammed, without mercy, into the soft sheath of her very being. With all of his strength, he shoved his lust hardened shaft to the hilt in her, the bulbous head of ft splitting her with tremendous force, her hymen giving way before his onslaught, ripping the fragile tissues to bloody shreds inside her… and Faye was, on the instant, no longer a virgin. It was a painful leap from maidenhood to womanhood. A few drops of her blood trickled almost tear-drop-like down to stain the sheets.
Son-of-a-bitch! I fucked into her pussy so hard it even hurt me… a little bit! She just wasn’t ready to be fucked like that! What in the hell I did that for I’ll never know… but I couldn’t stop myself!
He had plunged the lust-inflated head of his cock between the fleshy lips of her cunt, and with a groan of pain and sadistic triumph, had thrust it all the way forward, into the depths of her quivering, white belly. He felt the punished flesh of her cuntal walls as it recoiled before his attack; the extreme tightness of the cuntal sheath around his prick was both delightful and painful, to him, at the same time. Her shrill squeals of pain, as he had spitted her like a live suckling pig, her legs flailing out, wildly, to either side, her hips jerking back and down into the mattress, crazily, to avoid his brutal plunge into her, had only served to incite his insane, sex-inflamed body-mind to further excesses.
The screech of pain from deep in her throat, tumbling, pitifully from her distorted mouth, as his lust-filled, rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper into her warmly tender, unyielding flesh, made of him a wild man, completely unreasoning… crazed with desire. He had withdrawn it, again, immediately, until only the smooth, blood-engorged head remained in the vestibule of her cunt… then, with demonic fury, he had driven his big prick into her, once more, slamming it home so hard that their pelvic bones smacked together, resoundingly and painfully, his thick rod of tumescent male hardness burying itself deep up into the farthest recesses of her vagina, the great cock-head flicking past the mouth of her cervix; the yet unmoistened walls of her unwilling but resilient sexual channel clasped, clingingly, around the length and thickness of his cock, in a mockery of the vows they had exchanged but a few hours before: To rape, debase and obey… only his own base desires!
Bill had not stopped, then; he couldn’t stop. He hadn’t even given her violated genital passage a chance to adjust to the lustful presence of his cock buried so deeply in her belly. He just began to fuck it into her, pistoning in and out of her like a runaway machine. The singular thought in his mindless, rapacious assault was to shoot the hot, thick liquid of his waiting sperm deep up inside her soft, white belly where it belonged. She was his wife… wasn’t she?
I didn’t care a damn about anything! All I wanted to do was cum inside her! I had to make her mine!
He finished shaving; his hands still trembled, and it was not until he dashed astringent lotion on his face that the sting of it indicated he had nicked his face in two places.
“Damn!” he said aloud.
Then, as he combed his hair, he tried, desperately, to remember the rest of the night. What had happened…?
How many times did I fuck her? How long did it take me to satisfy myself…? Was it two hours… three…? I must have kept on fucking… and cumming… until 1 was completely exhausted! Hell… I must have filled her whole cunt with cum!
Try as he might, he couldn’t remember how many times he had fucked her… how many times his aching balls had jetted forth their stream of sperm-filled semen. Only after God alone knew how many times and how long it had taken him, he was, finally, swept with an intense feeling of guilt, as the cobwebs of his drunken stupor cleared enough for him to realize what he had been doing to his darling bride, Faye. I don’t think she got anything out of it, at all… nothing but a lot of pain… probably… I got carried away…!
He had tried to be more gentle with her, as her sobbing, pain-wraked body, beneath him, quaked with emotional horror and the physical hurts he had inflicted upon her. Then, he had tried to apologize for his insufferable actions, but she had turned pain-deafened ears to him, refusing even to speak to him. He couldn’t get any response from her, as she lay, woodenly, under him, her legs wide-splayed, accepting now with stoical silence all that he would do with her… or to her. She was numb.
Faye lay there, looking up at him, her eyes wide open, tearless, because she had cried them all, staring, coldly, through him to the ceiling above. His efforts to get some response from her… some hint of forgiveness or even of understanding, had been to no avail. Her silence communicated only her complete disgust and disappointment.
Good Lord… it was horrible! She looked at me like I was a rattlesnake… and about as contemptible! She must have stayed in one position staring at the ceiling for an-hour… looking right through me… when I tried to talk to her… apologize...
Finishing up in the bathroom, Bill walked back into the bedroom and finished dressing. More details kept coming back to him. She was really broken up… over the way I’d treated her!
Finally, after long, long minutes, Faye had broken her silence. “If you’re through using me for a while… I-I’ll get up… and take care of myself…” Her voice was dead, toneless.
“Darling!” he blurted, overjoyed that she had said something to him; although, the biting sarcasm of her words was like a keen blade twisted in his heart. “I know… it must have been awful for you can you forgive me…?”
She lay unmoved, unspeaking She turned her face to the wall.
“God damn it, Faye! Won’t you try to understand? I-I love you… I wanted you! I had to have you!”
Again, her almost sepulchral voice came to him.”… And…is rape… a sign of l-love…?
“Faye, Darling… you’ve got to try to understand me… I’m a man… not a machine you can switch on and off! You’ve been driving me out of my mind… ever since I first saw you! You made it pretty damned clear you weren’t having any casual love affairs outside of marriage… O.K., I bought that! I married you… and-and then… you told me to wait… wait on our wedding night! God! I couldn’t wait… not any longer! I had to take you… tonight!”
“It’s morning, already… the morning after…” she intoned. “It’s the morning after what should have been the most b-beautiful day of our lives… A day… and a night… to remember! I-I’ll remember this… for the rest of my life!”
Suddenly, she rolled to her side, her back to him; pulling the sheet up over her nakedness, she said, “If you’re through with me, now I’ll go to sleep…”
Rage boiled over in him. Her sarcasm had hit to the quick. Grabbing the sheet, he ripped it from her body, exposing the loveliness of her to him, once more.
“Damn you!” he swore. “You’re my wife, now… and by God, you’ll act like a wife! I’ve already had enough of your acid tongue!”
Roughly, he swarmed on top of her, his cock leaping to rigid attention, again. He went on, “… And, I’ll fuck you any God damned time I feel like it… and I feel like it, again!”
God! I must have acted like a real madman!
“Get off of me… You… y-you beast! Monster!” she screamed.
Kicking and clawing at him, Faye tried to fight against any further abuse of her body. Her nails clawed a bloody trail across his chest. It was then he had gone completely berserk!… He grabbed one of her nylon stockings, wrestled her to her stomach on the bed, and while kneeling over her to hold her, securely, he pulled her arms behind her, cruelly and secured them, tying them tightly together to render her helpless in his brutal hands. He grunted with the effort.
“There! Damn you… this’ll teach. you!” he panted.
Weakened, completely overpowered, she stopped struggling; her exhaustion and surrender was complete. Tears of humiliation, heartbreak and pain stained her cheeks.
She was mine! God damn it… I had to make her know that!
All of her resistance gone, now, he pulled her across the bed, still on her stomach, her hips on the edge of the mattress, with her legs stretching out and down to the floor. Wrenching her cramped legs wide apart and reaching down to grasp her hips, under the pelvis, he pulled her up to him; then, with insane fury, he plundered her abused cunt one more time, his big cock racing up the helplessly trembling channel, from behind, as he half-stood, hall-crouched over her smooth, white buttocks. His cruel, taloned hands dug into the pliant flesh, squeezing and massaging it through his fingers, as he drubbed into her without mercy. Mumbling, incoherent words of rage and passion spilled from his lips, while she sobbed out her hatred and shame for the act he perpetrated on her. She was overcome with the debasement and heartbreak of it all.
Yes! Bill Wright had claimed his rights of the bridegroom by force. He had fucked his bride! Finally, when he had done with her, he loosed her bonds, leaving her lying face down, still, across the bed. Then, he went into the bathroom to relieve his aching, overfull bladder; returning to the bedroom, after a few moments, he found her sitting up on the edge of the bed. As he came toward the bed, she arose and sidled around him to escape into the bathroom, herself.
Bill lay down. His head no sooner hit the pillow than he was sound asleep. He slept the sleep of utter exhaustion and sexual satiety. He slept soundly, hardly moving at all… until he awoke at midday and found Faye gone.
The memories of the early morning hours of their wedding night passing through his mind were too much for him. Genuine feelings of remorse and regret flooded through him.
Good God! What have I done…? What a hell of a way to start out our married life! Can Faye ever forgive me…?
He faced the horror of what he had done to her.
I actually raped her!
Bill looked at the note she had left him, reading it through, again. She had only gone to get some medicine… or see a doctor.
At least, she’s not leaving me! After what I did to her. I wouldn’t blame her if she did! Christ! I don’t know what got into me!
One thing he resolved: He would make it up to her… somehow. Hell! I love her! She’s my wife!
Returning from the clinic Faye had visited, where she was examined by a rather youngish-looking, professionally correct gynecologist, who had advised and prescribed, she stopped at the nearby pharmacy to get his prescription filled. It was for a soothing, analgesic salve for her tender, overused vagina.
As she strolled along, back toward their hotel, she began to feel hunger pangs and stopped at a nice restaurant to eat. On impulse, she ordered a martini, too. She needed to relax. She had to be relaxed when she returned to the hotel suite. It was going to be difficult to tell Bill what she must tell him. Reflecting, she decided that difficult was a gross understatement
The doorman told her, respectfully, “Mr. Wright asked me to tell you that he will be in the bar… and would you please join him there… “
Faye murmured her thanks, assuming that Bill had already tipped the man for his service.
His quick smile assured her of it as she went through the door past him, toward the bar.
Bill was seated at a booth, facing the door. She went quickly to him, he arising to seat her, his gentlemanly ways coming to his aid: His voice was warm and cordial. She noted that he had shaved and was dressed in stylish fashion. There was, also, something of humbleness… perhaps even of contriteness in his manner.
“Good afternoon, Darling,” he said, brushing her lips with a swift kiss.
She couldn’t help her grin. It seemed absurd. The man greeting her was, most certainly, a different man, who only a few hours before, had practically raped her… on their wedding night. No! Dear God! He had raped her. There was no other word for it! He had forced her… even tied her up!
“Hello, Bill… I’ll have another martini!”
“Another…?” He grinned back at her and turned to order her drink from the scantily clad cocktail waitress waiting at his elbow. He watched her walk-away, a practiced, sexy hip sway. Then, he turned back to his wife.
“We can relax here… with our drinks. for a while…”
“Good idea…” she agreed. “We both need to relax… after l-last night…!”
Capturing one of her bands in his, he asked, “Is everything… all right…? I mean… you’re not…?”
“Yes… I’m all in one piece… except for a-a… broken hymen… which is par for the course, I suppose…” she assured him; then continued, “I saw a doctor… He examined me and gave me a prescription.”
Bill heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s good! I thought I might have hurt you… pretty bad… or something.
“No… I’m just awfully sore… down there. The doctor said I was suffering from Honeymoonitis… he prescribed rest… and no sex for twenty-four hours!” she told him. There! It was easy!
“Twenty-four hours!” he blurted. “Twenty-four hours… without…?”
“Doctor’s orders!” she said, blithely, grinning at him.
“I’ll be damned!” he exploded. “How do we arrange that? Do you realize… or does that doctor realize… we’re on our honeymoon?”
“The doctor suggested s-separate rooms…”
His anger boiled over in him. “Separate room? No! I’ll never agree to that, by God!”
“Yes, you will, Dear!” she smiled, sweetly, at him. “Will you arrange it, right away?”
Bill arranged it! Within the hour, Faye was in a room of her own. It had been easy. She used the most powerful lever at her disposal. She had been insistent, overcoming his objections, finally, by simply threatening to take the first available flight out of Las Vegas… if he did not agree to her terms!
It was the first of many such little victories for her. If sex, she decided, was so all-important to him, she would make it important for herself… but for different reasons.
Bill’s Uncle Morris was upset! Actually, he was apoplectic! Faye had never seen anyone that angry before; fervently, she hoped she never would, again.
The upshot of their stormy interview, after they had told him of their elopement and the matter of a gambling debt incurred during their honeymoon, was that the young couple were unceremoniously ejected. “You’re on your own from now on!” he yelled at them. “And don’t come back!”
His uncle, also, during the next week, changed his will, and Bill was disinherited.
“Well… That’s that!” Bill said, “So, now, I make it on my own!”
Faye was disturbed. “I don’t want t-to come between you and your uncle!”
“Forget it! It was bound to happen!” he told her.
Against Faye’s objections, he resigned the job his uncle had arranged for him in Burbank, where he had been working when he had met Faye.
“It’s a clean break from everything,” he said. “Anyway, I already have another job lined up with California Fabrication as an Assistant Production Manager. I’ll be working under a man by the name of Royce…”
They moved into a modest apartment.
Bill’s job with CalFab seemed, at first, to be exactly the sort of thing he liked most… except for Royce.
Little by little, Faye learned to respond, warmly, to their lovemaking; although, there were several sex activities she didn’t like and refused, constantly, to indulge in them.
It was not exactly to Bill’s liking. He had been used to more freewheeling sex, and he felt that Faye was too restrained; however, in the face of what he had done to her on their wedding night, he felt he owed it to her to modify his own wild desires… So, their sex-life became rather routine, conforming to her more conservative outlook. It was straightforward, nothing-fancy sex for them… an almost humdrum, ho-hum sort of life. It pleased Faye. She didn’t ask for more.
As for Bill: The wildness in him became domesticated. He tolerated. He didn’t like to do it, particularly, but he did.