Paul pulled up Nancy's sundress, and the touch of his hands on her thighs made her sick to her stomach. He was utterly ignorant of her discomfort, though. He only had one thing on his mind, and it wasn't the grumbles in his tummy. His hands tore her thong, and as the fabric slid down her legs, she began to sob.
Nancy was terrified. Even when they were married, Paul had never attacked her this way. Their s*x had been purposeful and without passion, and it had stopped the minute that she was with child. Thus, his behavior seemed utterly alien to her.
Paul forced two fingers inside of Nancy's secret pocket, and she shrieked. There had been no foreplay, and she was as dry as a dusty old tool shed. "Stop!" she begged. "You're hurting me!"
"How can it hurt?" He pressed into her even harder an
