Mattie blew her nose firmly and picked up the quill again.
Joseph applied himself most vigorously to the task of plundering my maidenhead. In my innocence I didn’t know what to expect and as he forced his entrance into my body a cry of pain fell from my lips.
Mattie grimaced and crossed out the word forced. It sounded too brutal. She tried again.
As the barrier broke—
No, that sounded like something to do with construction.
As my maidenhead tore asunder—
No, that was too violent. Mattie flung down the quill in despair. She bowed her head into her hands and squeezed her eyes against more tears. “I can do this,” she told herself aloud. The rest of the chapter was written; all she needed was this one scene. Blood and lost innocence, pain and awkwardness—fused with passion and pleasure.
