It is May 1880 and Brian and Michelle are preparing to marry. Brian is 38 and has a lot of experience while Michelle is 22, widowed, and has her own experiences beyond that. Both are headstrong and are having difficulty settling together. They had another argument earlier that day. “Oh it’s you,” Michelle grumbled. “You’re still angry with me,” he stated. Michelle turned around and glared at him. “Don’t you ever swear at me!” Brian grabbed her arms and Michelle tried to pull free, but couldn’t. “What do you think of me?” “I hate you.” “I didn’t hear that.” “I hate you!” Michelle shouted. Still holding her arms he kissed her so hard it hurt. She turned her head so he grasped her face and kissed her even harder. “Say it,” he hissed. “I hate you.” Brian grabbed Michelle’s arms again and dragged her to the bed and threw her down before climbing on to kneel above her. He wasn’t wearing his vest and his suspenders were loosened. In a flash he unbuttoned his trousers and Michelle realised what he wanted. “No Brian,” she murmured. “I didn’t hear that. “No Brian!” she shouted. He seized her wrists to pin her arms while bunching skirts and petticoats. Michelle squeezed her legs but he was in the way, and she felt his fingers on the string of her drawers. “No Brian; I’m warning you!” With the string loosened Brian touched her roughly and familiar sparks of pleasure cascaded free, but stronger and more intense than Michelle ever felt before. He knelt above her, his hand inside her clothes, his fingers on her, pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Harder and harder, closer and closer. “No Brian don’t! Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t and Michelle screamed with her explosion of ecstasy. “Do you hate me?” “I hate you!” He laid over her and Michelle saw him. She wanted him and needed him, she needed him so bad. “Say it!” he shouted. “I hate you!” She needed him. “I want you, you horrible man. I hate you and I want you. I hate you, I want you I…” He filled her and Michelle felt him to her very core. It was spiteful, vicious, angry. Again and again, over and over, until he erupted with a harsh roar and collapsed on her, he still half-dressed and her petticoats and skirts all over the place. “I hate you, you horrible man.” “I know.” “We must do that again sometime.” Michelle thought she saw him smiling.