She lay down on the bed, as far away from him as possible. She curled up into a ball and sobbed. She felt so used, so violated. How could he? He was supposed to love her...

After awhile she felt his hand touch her arm.

"Jane?" he said softly.

She turned eyes blazing with accusation toward him.

"I'm sorry, Jane...I didn't mean to hurt you..."

She grunted and turned to face the wall again.

"Jane, please look at me."

"It was my first time! It was supposed to be special! You simply threw me down and took me as if we were animals. No tenderness, no affection, nothing!" She rose from the bed and stalked away furiously. He sat on the bed watching her with eyes full of remorse, waiting for her to return. When she didn't, he rose and walked toward her.

"Jane, I know that it was wrong for me to treat you that way. Please believe me when I say that it will never happen again."

She looked at him with tears streaming down her face. "But why did you do it, George? And after you said you loved me!"

"I was nervous. It was my first time as well, Jane. And then when I thought you didn't want me it made me angry. I thought that you were trying to deprive me of my God-given rights as your husband. But now I realize that what I did was wrong and that it hurt you. There really is no excuse for what I did to you, Jane. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

The look in his eyes softened her heart. The anger she felt toward him wasn't yet completely gone, but she began to feel a longing as well. To have his arms around her. To rest her head on his shoulder. To feel the warmth of his body against hers in bed.

"Will you, Jane?" He held his hands out to her, and she took them. He smiled and pulled her close. She went to him and put her arms around him. He held her and rubbed her back.

"Oh, that feels nice," she murmured.

He chuckled. "Come on back to bed, love. I promise you, our next time will be better. Much better."

The warmth she had begun to feel for him deepened. They both got back into bed and she cuddled up in his arms. They began to kiss once more and she soon felt aroused.

"Do you want to? I won't if you don't," he whispered.

"I'm afraid, but I want you to anyway," she whispered back.

Their second time was indeed much better. George was gentle this time, and to her surprise, Jane found that she quite enjoyed it.