" 'SMACK' He slapped me across the face. "What are you." I couldn't believe it. I'd spent all afternoon making his favourite dinner. It all counted fo... nothing. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut."He went to the table and I served dinner. Before I sat down he told me to take off my blouse. I unbuttoned it and took it off without complaint. I had been worn down by the days events. He then summoned me to him. He put his hand up under my skirt and stuck two fingers into my vagina. He moved them around.. Then I felt sick, painfully sick to my stomach, the bile reaching up into my throat.When he’s had one hand on my thigh, when we’ve been playing footsie, he’s had her on the other side. How long? I wondered. I didn’t have the power of speech. I was frozen in the shock of what Tom was telling me. Tom must be mistaken, things were so good, it made no sense.‘You could…maybe…’ I didn’t have any words. Tom isn’t a fool, he’s not a liar, he isn’t a gossip and he is not a shit-stirrer. He’s only. Nothing had prepared her for that glorious feeling of his rod entering her. The first inch made her want to have more and she moved her hips to drag him in. He did not need any encouragements but knew she was his virgin bride. Even thoroughly wet and aroused she might feel the pain of being deflowered. So he wrapped his arms around her back and bit down on her neck and when she was distracted by that he pushed himself inside her. He felt her tense up and heard her small scream of pain. ‘Shhhush. Then very gently I worked my arm out from beneath her, and shuffled back a little, watching the play of shadows along her spine darkening as they filled the space between our hips. She seemed so peaceful, so contented that I did not want to disturb her rest, but I wanted to fix every element of her image into my memory. I measured and numbered the little blemishes on her skin, resisting the urge to trace them in case I woke her. I ran my palm millimetres from her body, the rise of her hip.