CHAPTER SEVEN
Sandy realized that she could no longer go on like this. She was barely able to get through a day without bursting into tears several times at the thought of her shame. There she was, married to the kindest, most considerate man she had ever known; who would do anything for her, give her anything she wanted, and how had she repaid him? By betraying him in the most obscene ways known to man.
She could no longer look at her body in the mirror . . . her baths were no longer long and luxurious . . . her main attentions to her once coddled tender flesh were to rub salves on her wounds in order to heal them quickly ... so that she would have as few reminders as possible of her depraved lovers.
What a dreadful burden she carried! She had resisted having the family doctor come to
