Westley glared at Doris. His hands clenched and unclenched at his side. "So," he said, "you went to the bar last night to take pictures and gather hard evidence so that the court would grant you a divorce?"
"I-I-I-I…" Doris stammered. She didn't know what to say and or how to defend herself.
Suddenly she could not even look at him. She lacked the courage to look up.
Westley grabbed Doris by the arm and yanked her out of bed. Then she pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, and shouted into her face: "You want a divorce, don't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Westley began to tear Doris's nightgown to pieces, and by the time she was naked, he was so angry that he was unable to fully appreciate the sight of her undressed. Westley leaned forward, and as he gripped her buttocks
