She would never forget the first private words her husband said to her in the coach after the wedding.“Well, you’ve got your will, you scheming li...tle bitch. But you’ll regret this. You’re my wife now, and I’ll make you pay for this!”Stunned, Harriet had replied, “Do you honestly believe that I married you out of free will? Are you utterly out of your wits? I wanted my father to kill you, and it will not take much to make me kill you myself.”“Stupid wench, I’ll teach you!”He tried to hit her. Seems to be expecting a visit from some special young woman,” she deadpanned looking straight at me.“Oh, is that so? Well, what if no special young woman is coming to visit? What then?”“I don’t know, darling. But, would you want him to be disappointed?”“Disappoint daddy? Heavens no! Best I go make sure he’s happy with his very special young lady, don’t you think?”“I think he and I will both be delighted with you, darling,” she said as she took my hand and we raced down the hall to their room.I. And alas, the pain ended, and he fell into a world of darkness.Confusion. Madness. Whispers. Echoes. They circled around his head. Joy. Thought. Remorse. They permeated his being. He could feel the chill of fright nearby, and farther away an eagerness... or longing... they were all slipping... slipping away from his mind... Ben sprang up, busting through the steel restraints that held him to his bed. He grabbed his head, which was aching as if someone had split it open. The confusing. I moved my head around to check out the young couple. In the dim light I could see they haven't worn themselves into slumber, they're clearly making out now that everyone else is asleep.Him, in jeans and t-shirt, 18 or 19, longish blond hair and a couple of ear rings, moderately well muscled. She's wearing one of those long but somewhat diaphanous Indian skirts, a t-shirt, some leather necklaces, a Bjoran ear ring mostly out of sight in her long dark hair. A couple of Dead Heads, actually,.