Chapter 1
It really wasn't important now. Zeroing in at what caused the heated, sudden alteration now recurring dramatically in her attitude as well as her physical self was something almost impossible, much less difficult for Jo Ann to assess. The only important thing was, she had indeed changed.
Until only a few days ago, she had been a happy teenager, not too far out of puberty. Then Andrew had come along, and her entire world had been changed. The only question in her mind was, had the change been for the better or the worse. She was intelligent enough to know the change was something that would have inevitably taken place, anyway. But would it have affected her so strongly had she waited a few years? But by the same token, would she have reacted to it as stimulatingly had it initially taken place in the future as she had reacted that first time? At the moment she was sitting at the little desk in her tiny room, still wondering, to a certain extent how it had all come about.
She had been Jo Ann Warner, something that would change radically when she was old enough to marry. She had lived with her parents in a nice little house on a nice little street in a nice little suburb that might be described as Everytown, U.S.A.
Jo Ann had never given much thought to the process of growing up. She was doing that quite nicely, and it never occurred to her that it was something about which she had to think. When she'd had her first menstrual period, her mother had calmly explained it was something every girl and woman underwent, usually once a month, in most cases for five days, in some cases for more, in other cases for less. She had taken the time to explain to Jo Ann about the birds and the bees, and precisely how it was that babies were made, and that in spite of some initial discomfort the first time she would be with her husband and her mother had stressed she was only to do this wonderful thing with the man she married after that, if her husband was understanding and gentle about everything, she would learn to love and enjoy it so that procreation wouldn't be the only reason why they would become involved with one another.
Well Andrew was going to become her husband. Jo Ann would see to that. No, she wasn't physically strong enough to control him, nor was she capable of getting together an army of muscle men to convince Andrew to "do right" by her. On the contrary, Jo Ann knew, by this time, that in spite of his horrid treatment of her before, Andrew was no more able to live without her than she was able to live without him. This despite the fact that he had supervised a final gang-rape of her body in the hope of getting her out of his system once and for all. Who would have dreamed something like this would have taken place when her parents had sent her to her Aunt Celia's house for the summer? They had wanted to go on a European trip, and Aunt Celia had volunteered to watch over the young teenager.