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and then said, “No dear, I was referring to managing the household. Personally
I’d like a son by the year’s end, and a baby will keep you occupied.”
    Mary Ellen did not know
what to say, so she just sat there, staring blankly at her husband.
    “I’ve a big day
tomorrow, so I don’t imagine it’ll take long. I’ll come to your room in let’s
say,” he stood up, took out his pocket watch and looked at it briefly, “one
hour. It would probably be easier if you prepare yourself for me and wait in
your bed. If you wish to turn the lights off, that’s fine with me. I imagine it’ll
make it easier for you, especially the first time.”
    Mary Ellen said
nothing, but continued to stare. Randall moved away from the table and looked
down at his frightened bride.
    “Do you understand,
Mary Ellen?” Randall asked in a stern tone.
    “Yes, sir. I’ll be
ready in one hour.”
    “Good girl.”
    • • • •
    Shafts of morning
sunlight spilled through the lace curtain and woke Mary Ellen the next morning.
Groggily she opened her eyes and for a brief moment forgot where she was. It
came to her quickly, and without a hesitation her right hand reached beneath
the covers and touched the spot under her nightgown that felt battered and
bruised from the previous night.
    She had been too
embarrassed to apply the lotion before Randall came to her which she dearly
regretted by the time he was finished. Tonight she would definitely rub the
lotion on the injured area before he climbed into her bed.
    The darkened room eased
her embarrassment, even though it did not relieve her discomfort.  There were
no sweet words or tender kisses before, after or during the consummation of
their marriage. While she did not really know exactly what to expect,
considering her mother’s description of the marriage bed was the condensed
version, she had expected something slightly different.
    Her husband of a few
hours simply walked into the darkened bedroom without saying a word and pulled
back the quilt covering his wife. She lay motionless on the mattress looking up
toward the ceiling, wondering if she should be doing something.
    Without saying a word,
Randall pulled up the hem of his bride’s nightgown, exposing her skin to the
night air, shoved a pillow under her bottom and climbed atop her. It was then
she realized he was nude. Roughly, he pushed her legs apart and seemed quite
intent on finding the opening between her legs. Once he located the spot, he
forced his way in before repeatedly ramming his hard member inside her body.
    It seemed to go on for
hours, yet had she checked the time, she would have known the act took less
than fifteen minutes. When he was done, he told her to expect him the following
night at the same time. He left the room without saying another word. She saved
her tears for when she was alone.
    She was awake for less
than ten minutes when one of the housemaids barged into the room and opened the
curtains, letting more sunlight into the room.
    “Mr. Coulson says you
are to get up, you have a big day ahead of you,” the young girl chirped. “My
name is Lily, and I’ll be taking care of you.”
    “A big day? I’m afraid
I don’t understand.” Mary Ellen sat up in the bed and pulled the quilt up
around her.
    “He’s ordered you a new
wardrobe, and you’re to go to the fitting. But that’s after you get your hair
styled proper-like. Then of course there are your classes with Mrs. Hanover.”
    “Mrs. Hanover?” None of
this made sense to Mary Ellen.
    “From what I
understand, Mrs. Hanover will help polish you up a bit.”
    “Polish me up a bit?”
    “You know, teach you
all the things a lady needs to know, such as the proper usage of knives and
forks, and how to walk like a lady.”
    Mary Ellen frowned. I’ve
been effectively and correctly using knives and forks since I was a small
child. And guess what, I can even handle a spoon! Walk like a lady? Is
she serious? He didn’t snatch some backwards