Chapter 2
As twilight began to settle over the city, a single light was still visible in the foreman's shack of a construction site near the center of Seattle. Inside, Tom Lyons, Debbie's muscular, twenty-two year old husband, sat behind a metal desk sipping from a paper cup full of Scotch. The work crew had long since departed, and he had lingered awhile to think before returning to his apartment and the frustrating situation with Debbie. He had intended to remain just a few minutes and have a quick drink, but a half-hour had elapsed, and he had consumed more Scotch than he had intended.
His mind kept returning over and over to the problems he faced with his young bride, problems he was at a loss to cope with. He had felt horny all day, and his mind had focused almost constantly on the softly curving lines of his wife's sensually petite body. Yet he knew that he couldn't touch her now, for she would tremble violently and burst into tears if he even attempted to unbutton her blouse. He wanted to help her, but his own tension was growing worse by the day.
Christ, he thought, I haven't had a good lay for months now, not since we began going together. I'll go nuts if I don't get my rocks off soon!
It wasn't as if he hadn't had previous experience with women, for in his Navy days he had seen quite a bit of the world and had had his share of female companionship, even a few girls who were shy and afraid, like Debbie. He'd been sure he could overcome her fears with time and patience. But now it looked as if that weren't possible. Even in the early days, right after they were married, she had lain beneath him night after night, clenching her fists, tightening her body in terror, waiting anxiously for him to have his orgasm, and for the past two weeks, he hadn't been able to touch her at all.
He loved his pretty bride, had been totally enchanted with her from the minute he saw her in the lucheonette. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman: a fantastic figure, a beautiful face, a gentle creature with the eyes of a doe. He knew that if she could just grow past her problem she could be just about the most desirable wife a man could have. In fact, whenever she came to visit him at the construction site, he was always proud of the way the other guys craned their necks to watch her walk past. And later they would tell him what a lucky guy he was to have such a well-stacked, gorgeous girl for a wife, implying wild sex night after night. It made him feel like a fool now, for he couldn't even touch her, his own wife. Only a month of marriage, yet it seemed like an eternity, with fear and mistrust dominating the apartment whenever sex was mentioned.
Quickly he downed another slug of Scotch, feeling it burn a winding trail down his throat and warming his innards. He was drunk now, but he barely realized it as he gathered up his lunch pail and leather jacket, flicked out the lights, and locked the shack. It wasn't until he was speeding along in his Ford and barely stopped in time for a red light that he became aware that he was so absorbed in his marital problems that he hadn't noticed how strongly the alcohol had affected him.
Keep your mind on your driving, man! he warned himself, or you'll crash into a Goddamn truck or something!
Straining to keep his eyes focused, he drove carefully through the crowded city streets until he pulled into the garage entrance at the base of the high-rise apartment where he lived. He was proud to be able to live there, and his promotion to foreman just before his marriage had made it possible, but despite the comfort he had been able to provide for his bride, their relationship was getting worse and worse by the day. He parked the car and made his way unsteadily to the elevator. As it rose swiftly up the tall building, he felt himself grow slightly dizzy from the ride. Jesus, I really am drunk, he realized; hell, Debbie'll probably have a fit when she sees me!
He decided to do his best to mask his drunkenness. They would go to Mama Milano's Italian restaurant, and when he got a little food in him, he knew he'd feel more sober. He was sure he could pull it off, and when the elevator doors opened on his floor, he stepped out jauntily, coolly controlling his wooziness, and walked down the hall to the apartment.
Stepping inside, he saw his wife, still fast asleep on the sofa. He closed the door quietly and moved across the room to where she lay like a little child, still curled up and clutching the pillow. A wave of pity swept over him as he realized that she had been crying. Dried tears were clearly visible on her cheeks. He looked down at her for a long time, letting his eyes rove over her tender young body, and as he did, his alcohol-clouded brain began to surge with desire for his ravishing bride. His rapidly awakening penis began pulsating within the tight folds of his jeans, and his sex-neglected loins throbbed with a hungry warmth. Debbie was a delectable girl; there was no doubt that a lush little body like that was meant to give a man the ultimate in erotic pleasure. Consequently, he felt bitterly frustrated as he remembered that they were almost like strangers to each other, particularly in bed. The mound of his tightly constricted cock and balls ached with sensual longing, and he could barely control his steadily mounting urge to make love to her right now!
He sat down next to her on the sofa and kissed her cheek lightly, then blew a light wisp of air into her shell-pink ear. Debbie's body jerked involuntarily, and her eyes flew open with a start, a look of terror on her face. Her young husband's heart sank, for her defenses, he realized were already up.
"Oh ... Tom," she murmured sleepily. "You frightened me ... I guess I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep. What time is it?"
"After seven," he said, glancing at his watch.
"Oh God," she cried, sitting up quickly, "I haven't even started dinner yet!"
"Wait a minute," he said, playfully taking her in his arms, "don't you remember? We're going to Mama Milano's for a big spaghetti dinner!"
"Oh, I did forget," she murmured, glancing up at his handsome face as she let herself be folded in his muscular arms. "I, should get dressed then."
"Not until after I get a kiss. Okay?"
He smiled down at his wife so engagingly that she couldn't help returning his smile, and for an instant it was if all their troubles had flown away and they were as happy as they had been before they married. Slowly their faces came together. Their wetly parted lips were nearly touching when Debbie suddenly screwed up her face in a look of utter distaste and pushed him away.
"What's the matter?" he asked trying to mask the anger her withdrawal roused in him.
"You've been drinking. Your breath smells terrible."
Tom sighed deeply in a mixture of despair and frustration.
"Oh Christ, here we go again! Yes! I had a couple of shots of Scotch before I came home, what's wrong with that?"
But the undeniable slurring in his voice betrayed the fact that he had had more than a couple of shots, and his suspicious wife knew it. His brain stirred with resentment.
"Are you already worried I'm gonna rape you or something? Christ I can't be home for five minutes before you start in on me!"
"Don't say that," she said in anger, rising haughtily from the sofa. "You act like an animal sometimes."
"You mean just because I want to fuck you?" The liquor was loosening his tongue dangerously. "Is that what makes me an animal?"
"Don't use that filthy language in this house, Tom Lyons!"
"It's my Goddamn house and I'll use any kind of fucking language I want," he snarled back, lurching unsteadily up from the sofa. "You act like a Goddamn princess around here! I can't drink. I can't have any fun! I can't fuck!!"
"Tom, stop! I won't listen to this!"
The unhappy young wife clapped her hands over her ears and started to run out of the room.
"Oh no, you don't!" he cried, lunging after her and grabbing her roughly by the arm. "You're not pulling that crap on me tonight!"
"Let go of me! Tom, let go of me this instant!"
She wriggled fiercely to escape his grip, but he held her firmly, his face red with rage and frustration.
"I'm sick of this night after night," he ranted, "sick of you being a cold fish, sick of your Goddamn problems and that Goddamn uncle too!"
"Please! Let go of me!"
"No, baby!" he snarled, half-crazed from the liquor and the explosive anger that surged through him with the force of a hurricane. "Not tonight! Tonight I want you! I want to fuck you, do you understand? FUCK YOU!"
Suddenly Debbie tore one arm free arid slapped him across the face with a resounding blow that left a glowing red mark on her astonished husband's cheek.
"You little bitch!" he shouted fiercely. "You Goddamn little bitch!"
Her' sudden slap made his brain seethe with anger. She was making a fool out of him, and he wasn't going to take it one minute more. Roughly he jerked back and pulled her towards the couch.
"Tom!" she cried, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
But her drunken husband was past caring now. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it now! Brutally he threw her down onto the couch, then fell on top of her furiously resisting body and began to cover her face and neck with harsh kisses as she groaned out her protest, Tom began lewdly grinding his hips into her futilely resisting abdomen. His long thick penis quickly grew erect and pulsated like a drum against his thigh. Desire and anger, a potent mixture even without alcohol, suddenly resulted in a torrent of animal passion. He was through with waiting now! He was going to fuck the living daylights out of her, and this time she wouldn't be able to get away! She was his, and he was due his rights as a husband! Cruelly he pressed his lewdly questing mouth onto her wetly trembling lips, kissing her like a frenzied beast while she struggled helplessly beneath him. Forcing her tightly clenched jaw apart, he suddenly rammed his rigidly searching tongue deep into her mouth, twisting and rotating it, and causing Debbie to gag violently. Still pinning her down, he snaked his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to unbutton her cotton blouse, ripping at whatever buttons would not open easily. Brushing the folds of the thin garment aside, he seized her lushly ripened breasts in his hands and squeezed them harshly. Then he reached behind her and quickly undid the clasp of her brassiere, yanking the confining garment away from her fearfully twisting body. Her firm young breasts and their deep pink aureolas quivered tantalizingly under his gaze. With a low groan of drunken hunger, he moved his hard wet mouth down to the fleshily pliant mounds and began to voraciously suck and bite on her nipples The touch of her warmly sensual body, denied him for so long, sent spasms of desire like hot swords surging through the lusty young construction worker's powerful frame. He felt he could never get enough of her wetly quivering breasts, and he shifted hungrily from one to the other, while Debbie moaned wildly and pleaded for him to stop. But he was deaf to her cries as his hard muscular body crushed down on her petite little frame, pinning her helplessly to the sofa while his lips pulled greedily on her pliant golden flesh. , Wave after wave of unbearable shame surged through Debbie's pinioned body as the full force of her deep-seated fears took hold of her mercilessly! Rapid images of Uncle Andy and the sperm-soaked doll flashed through her mind and made every part' of her milk-white body cringe in terror and revulsion. She pleaded for Tom to stop, then seeing that it was no use, she clenched her hands rigidly to her sides as her lust-driven husband held her firmly in place and sucked drunkenly at her breasts. Ripples of searing pain, curiously mixed with a strange tingling sensation she could not identify, surged through her chest. Knowing there was no escape, she gritted her teeth tensely and waited until her drunken spouse had his way with her.
Tom was shaking now with pent-up desire, and he was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was inflicting on his terrified young bride. His hungrily sucking lips slid smoothly from her quivering firm breasts down to the pale skin of her upper body. He ran his tongue snakelike along the velvety softness of her flesh until his hotly questing mouth reached the belt of her tight yellow capri pants. He pulled away from her, his eyes glazed with a demonic mixture of lust and drunkenness.
"I want to see you naked," he growled thickly.
"No, please Tom, Noooo!" his cowering young wife groaned, but he was not to be stopped.
With a snarl of impatience, he jerked her belt open, then quickly unzipped her pants and yanked them roughly down her lithely tapered legs while Debbie sobbed in futile resistance. Once the snug slacks were removed from her long curving legs, he tossed them onto the rug and let his alcohol-clouded eyes gaze lustfully over her nakedly ripe young body.
Totally humiliated now, Debbie lay helplessly trembling before him on the couch, clad now only in a pair of flower-print bikini panties that tantalizingly concealed the warm, hair-fringed mound of her vaginal opening. Never taking his eyes from her appetizing young curves, Tom slowly began to remove his own clothes, first unbuttoning his dark-blue work shirt, so that his tanned and thickly muscled chest and shoulders were completely naked. Then he unbuckled and unzipped his tight dungarees and, standing next to his horror-stricken young wife, slowly lowered them and kicked them off, so that he wore only his bulging white cotton shorts.
The look of fear on his weeping young bride's face only increased his passion. He was going to take her by force no matter how she protested or pleaded for mercy! The mere thought of at last satisfying his long-suppressed sexual needs caused his thickly rigid cock to jerk upright until it pushed against the thin material of his shorts like a huge mast. With a lewd grin at Debbie, he tossed his dungarees onto the steadily mounting heap of clothes that lay near the couch, and then jerked his confining shorts down so that the full nakedness of his eagerly throbbing cock and balls was presented to her frightened gaze. The sight of his lust-hardened staff, jutting out menacingly in full erection, made her gasp in alarm, and she instinctively shut her eyes to banish the obscene sight from her gaze.
Seeing her respond in loathing to the exposure of his virilely pulsing hardness made Tom even angrier than before. He reached down suddenly and grasped the tight crotchband of her flowered panties, and with one cloth-shearing yank, rippled the fragile garment down so that the fearfully trembling mound of her pubic triangle was nakedly revealed to him. The sparse thinly curling young pubic hair glistened a tempting brownish gold, and the sight of her ripely curving nakedness made flames of lust rise uncontrollably in Tom's hotly burning body. In a few vicious jerks, he pulled the nylon panties down her sleekly tapered legs. Debbie moaned from the stinging sensations his crude actions produced as the tight elastic waist and leg bands scraped the smooth skin of her fear-tensed limbs. Finally, she was completely naked.
"Oh God," she moaned, trying to cover herself with her hands, "Oh God, help me!"
"Shut up bitch!" Tom snapped drunkenly, tossing the limp flimsy panties aside. "Stop whining like a kid! I want to screw a woman for a change, a real woman!"
He grasped her tightly clenched legs and roughly forced them apart so that the moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit was revealed to his drunken gaze. Then, with a low guttural snarl of lust, he lowered himself onto the couch between her forcefully splayed thighs and, spreading the soft hair-fringed lips of her vagina with his thumbs, buried his face in her widely exposed pussy. Abruptly he flicked out his wetly hardened tongue and ran it down the full length of her warmly perfumed cuntal split.
The shock of his sudden action made Debbie jerk back involuntarily. She tried to squeeze her legs together to prevent her passion-crazed husband from licking so crudely at her secret genitals, but she was powerless against the onslaught of his alcohol-sodden desire. Roughly he flicked his tongue up and down her tightly clenched cuntal slit, each wetly licking stroke sending stabs of shame and humiliation through Debbie's tortured young form. His hot questing mouth soon found the fleshy bud of her little clitoris, and with lusty relish he began to suck and bite on the tenderly opened area, trying to make it harden, hoping to rouse his rigid wife into a state of desire that would match his own. The little penis-like button involuntarily grew hard from his insistent oral probes, yet Debbie experienced only a deeper feeling of debasement. She could not and would not submit to his animalistic attack; it was too horrifying! She began to resist his attempted rape with more determination and her hands flew down to clutch his hair as she pulled at him fiercely, wanting to hurt him for his attempted subjugation of her.
Tom howled in pain and pulled away from her, fury mounting in him with volcanic force.
"You Goddamn refrigerated bitch!" he shouted wildly.
His mind seethed with uncontrollable anger, and the last traces of gender human feelings fled from his mind. If she was going to pull tricks like that, he'd show her he had a few tricks of his own! His massively erect cock jerked excitedly, pounding with the need for release, and with an evil gleam in his eye, the young husband suddenly gripped the nakedly quivering flesh of his wife's hips. Almost before she knew what he was doing, he had roughly forced her to turn over on her stomach. Then he slipped his forearm under her belly and pulled her hips upward, so that the uncomprehending young woman had to prop herself on her elbows, with the whitely gleaming half-moons of her buttocks waving defenselessly in the air before her passion-crazed husband.
His eyes glazed with anger, Tom grabbed the warm, trembling softness of her buttocks harshly, his long fingernails digging into the rubber-like flesh, sending shots of pain' through his wife's naked young body.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed, shuddering in pain from head to foot.
"That's nothing baby," he snarled down at her. "That's nothing!"
His mind whirling with rage, Tom spread Debbie's ass-cheeks apart with the palms of his hands, his eyes riveted on the tightly puckered little rectal opening that lay nestled in the shadowy crack between them. A cruel salacious smile of anticipation played across his lips as he slowly began to explore her widespread anal split with his fingers.
Debbie shuddered, mortified and ashamed. No one had ever touched her there! She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth as his probing fingers moved up and down the fearfully trembling crevice. His fingers stopped at her tight little anal entrance, and she could feel his finger-tip lewdly exploring the desperately clenched little opening. With a gasp of horror she realized what his drunken, tormented mind intended, and in the next second, she was consumed with a stinging shaft of burning pain as Tom began to worm his outstretched middle finger slowly up into her defensively puckering rectal depths.
"AANNNNGGGGHHHHHH!!" she cried. She had never known such pain in her entire life. It was as if a red hot knife were being forced up into her bowels. "Stop! Stop, pleeeassssee!!" she pleaded, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
But her pleas of mercy had no effect on Tom. He was drunkenly determined to punish her for keeping him at bay for so long, for making a fool of him! He rammed his extended finger harshly into her pitifully cringing anal orifice up to the first knuckle, then deeper, widening the burning depths of her rectum almost past endurance. His tortured young wife screamed in pain, begging for mercy. Desperately she tried to pull away, to escape the shame and humiliation, but Tom easily pulled her back, gripping her tightly by the shoulder with his free hand while he brutally fucked the middle finger of his other hand in and out between her lewdly spread ass-cheeks, forcing the smooth, elastically giving rectal walls to widen relentlessly before it.
Then suddenly he withdrew his finger from her pain-racked anal depths and positioned her hips again that her whitely quivering buttocks were thrust up defenselessly in front of his thickly hardened penis. He began to moisten his huge, impatiently pulsating cock with spittle, his mind driven by a primordial need for savage release.
"Oh Tom," Debbie mewled piteously, "please don't do this! PLEASE DARLING!!!"
But it was no use. With a savage cry of passion, the passion-crazed young construction foreman pulled back his thick foreskin revealing his massively throbbing cockhead, moistened it also with hot spittle, and then, with a sudden move, shoved the eagerly pulsing tip into his slavishly kneeling wife's virginal young anus with a vicious jerk that sent the top of her head smashing helplessly forward against the arm of the sofa.
Tears of shame and hurt rolled down her hotly flushed cheeks. She was being raped and humiliated by her own husband, treated like a gutter prostitute, forced to kneel obscenely before him, helpless to ward off his vile ravishment!
Tom leered down in drunken triumph at his young bride's cock-stretched rectum, searingly impaled by his lust-hardened shaft. Slowly he shoved his hips forward, forcing his heavily pulsating penis deeper and deeper into the tightly resistant opening with relentless cruelty, while the naked subjugated young woman thrashed about on the sofa and wailed like a wounded animal. Debbie's head was thrown back, her face excruciatingly contorted as she cried out in agony with each forward thrust of his hips which drove the thick barbarous cock in inch by painful inch.
Then finally, with a heavy grunt, he was all the way inside her bowels!
She fiercely tightened her anal muscles as though trying to expel gas in a desperate attempt to force out the cruel invader, but it was useless. With tantalizing slowness, Tom began to fuck her in and out from behind, each sodomizing thrust stretching the fleshy, tightly clenched walls of her rectum a bit more.
Debbie felt she would be torn apart if her enraged young husband penetrated her any further. She was sure he must be buried in her up to the hilt, for she could feel his heavily dangling balls swinging and slapping down against the softly curling strands of her pubic hair below. She could hear his lewd groans and heavy breathing behind her as he rotated his pelvis sadistically up against her helplessly flattened ass-cheeks, forcing his rock-hard penis further up into her painfully cringing rectal depths. She felt as if she were being ripped to shreds by his iron-hot shaft as he ground his hips back and forth, back and forth, brutalizing the tight, vainly resisting walls of her backside with his heavy forward pressure.
The tortured young bride was only semi-conscious now, nearly overwhelmed by the pain and shock of her husband's brutal animalistic anal rape. But just as she thought she could endure no more, a strange thing began to happen. As the excruciating punishment reached its apex, and her strength ebbed until she though she would be mercifully plunged into unconsciousness, she found herself surrendering to the vulgar onslaught out of sheer exhaustion and too little strength of fight any longer. With her surrender, a totally new feeling began to ripple faintly through her painfully impaled body. Unbelievable as it seemed, out of the burning humiliation there arose a strange warmth and excitement that grew in her loins like a tiny erotically stimulated flower opening to the sun. She had never experienced anything like it before, not even in their gentlest lovemaking. It was as if her sensually awakening body was beginning to melt in warm waves of undulating pleasure that, mixed with the searing pain; produced an irresistible gnawing of unfamiliar desire deep inside the cock-ravaged young wife.
"Oooooohhhh...." she moaned as the new feelings began to envelop her, "OOOOOoooohhhhh ... God!!!" Despite her pain, her naked young body's needs forced her to cry out and grind her hips backward against Tom's long, forward-thrusting penis. She dug her knees into the sofa and gritted her teeth, less in torment than in the beginnings of a blind, overwhelming lust. Her mind still struggled, terrified of letting go completely, but her voluptuously kneeling from, jolted out of its long passivity by her husband's traumatizing attack, began to move in a slow, inexorable rhythm, demanding satisfaction of its basest hungers.
It was as if a hidden aspect of her personality ... a wildness, and unbridled lewdness, buried in the deepest recesses of her unconscious mind was suddenly erupting to the surface. The pain had almost faded completely and was being replaced by an incredibly growing sensuality, an insatiable sexual hunger that bathed her in lewdly rising waves of heated pleasure. Every inch of her nakedly trembling young body was tingling with passion as the overwhelmed young bride began moaning deliriously. Her head fell limply forward between her rigidly quivering arms, and her kneeling young nakedness began to thrash uncontrollably in a demonic frenzy of sexuality.
"Oh Christ!" Tom groaned, feeling her squirm ecstatically beneath him. "OH CHRIST!" Instinctively he knew she was beginning to enjoy it. Her moans had changed from pain and anger to sighs and grunts of delight and obscene excitement.
My God! he realized triumphantly, it's worked! It's really worked! She's digging it! I'm fucking her in her asshole and she's digging it!
His thickly swollen penis became charged with rampant excitement as he drove deeper and deeper into her hotly clasping anal passage. White hot sperm began to gather and surge in his heavily dancing testicles, gathering with heated force for his final release. Like a madman he rammed into his now unresisting wife's cock-stretched rectal depths, and she met each blow with a lustful fury of her own.
Velvety warm flashes of heat surged through Debbie's wantonly writhing loins. Her voluptuous young body trembled with raw animal passion as delirious thrills consumed her and mingled with faint bursts of masochistically exciting pain. Her heatedly throbbing vaginal flesh began to grow moist in involuntary response to the plummeting of Tom's great thick cock into her tight little nether hole. Her rapidly twitching pussy pounded with lust, and she felt herself on the edge of a precipice, about to fall over the brink into a bottomless chasm of sensual delight.
"OH GOD! OH GOD!" she cried ecstatically as, with an aching rapture, her wetly pulsating vaginal walls began to secrete their sweet female fluids. "It feels so good SOOO GOOOOODDDDDD!"
The sound of her pleasurable cries, accompanied by her uncontrolled, passion-filled movements brought her furiously pumping young husband to the staggering peak of his excitement. She was his now! At last he was possessing her fully! With a bestial cry, he flung his head back and grabbed her nakedly churning hips, rotating his loins and driving into her with new, even greater force.
"All ... All ... AHHHHHHHH!" he groaned incoherently, "I'M CUMMING! CUUUUMMMMMINNNNGGGG!!" His raging load of thick heated semen exploded into Debbie's violently clenching rectum in quick, convulsive little spasms. Completely carried away by his aching, long-delayed release, he poured a seemingly unending torrent of white hot cum far up inside her.
Debbie felt as if boiling lava was squirting into her loins and spreading throughout her shamelessly aroused body. But just as she herself was about to achieve her first galvanic orgasm in perfect union with her husband, all her momentarily discarded defenses came surging forward again. As her husband's scalding flood of semen poured into her and she heard his ecstatic cries, a vivid image of Uncle Andy, his face contorted with lust, clutching her favorite dolly against his lewdly jiggling testicles, flashed into her mind. OH YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLLY, I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOU.'! The words echoed and reechoed in her brain until her ears rang, and she was overwhelmed with blind terror as she had been so long ago, on that unforgettable afternoon of her childhood.
"NO!! NNNNOOOOOOOO!!" she screamed, jolted out of her pleasure by the sudden looming-up of old fears. She had to get away! She had to run! Or Uncle Andy would catch her and do horrible things to her!
Tom rammed his massively ejaculating penis back and forth until its rhythm abated naturally, and the last drop of his hot white sperm jetted into her. Then, with a sudden tight little popping noise, he pulled away from her and sprawled back in a sitting position on the couch, totally exhausted.
His nakedly perspiring young wife lay still and trembling, heaving and panting, her mind consumed by a black cloud of terror and frustration. She had come so close ... so close! Suddenly she was overcome once more with shame at what had happened. With an anguished cry she buried her face in the soft cushions and wept bitterly.
In that moment, Tom knew that his hopes of forcibly breaking down Debbie's sexual resistances were dashed to pieces. He looked at his wife's shuddering body for a long moment then, with a deep sigh of frustration, rose from the sofa, stalked into the bathroom to wash, and slammed the door so hard behind him that the entire apartment shook.