The instant that Faren’s hands began to rove over her hips, Samantha froze. She gripped his arms so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She closed her eyes, trying to overcome the paralyzing fear that possessed her. A kaleidoscope of thoughts crowded her mind.<br/><br/>“You could use more to fill that dress out.”<br/><br/>“Women are temptresses to men, as was Mother Eve. Eve is for evil. All women bring about original sin.”<br/><br/>“Fornicators shall enter the lake of fire.”<br/><br/>“You are so ugly, Samantha, that your husband will have to put a bag over your head to fuck you.”<br/><br/>“What do you mean, a bag over her head? He will want to blindfold himself so he doesn’t have to see the flat board he is stuck with.”<br/><br/>“Gales of laughter and taunting.”<br/><br/>Samantha stiff armed Faren, eyes wide and panting in terror<br/>.<br/>“Faren, don’t hate me. I just need time. Don’t let me put you off, but keep trying me. Help me get used to you touching my body. Oh Faren, are you sure you want to be married to me? Everyone my entire life has made fun of my body or the lack in my body. How can you want me the way a man desires a maid?”<br/><br/>She melted against him, listening to the wild beating of his heart.