That night as they are heading to bed, the two of them stand in the hallway not wanting to leave each other's side. Dandy has been so patient and understanding of Linda's needs. He has not pushed her once the entire day about anything involving their work together. At dinner they only talked about childhood stories and were even able to laugh out loud about a few things that they would have otherwise just found embarrassing.

Nervous, Linda twiddles the silk fabric of her nightgown between her fingers as she looks up into Dandy's fierce, gray, eyes that are staring back at her, so curious to know what she is thinking.

"Umm... Dandy? I just wanted to say that today was one of the best I've had in like... well... ever."

"I'm glad, 'cause I was actually thinking the same thing."

"Really? I would think for someone who has everything this day would have been pretty tame."

"That would be true if the day hadn't been spent with you." He takes her by the hands causing her to melt.

"I also wanted to ask you, if you would like some company tonight?"

She looks to him impatiently awaiting his response. The longer he continues to look back at her the more blushed and embarrassed she becomes. She prepares her heart for rejection. His eyes widen when he suddenly realizes what she is implying.

"You mean you want to join me in sleeping in my bed?"

"Well that is one of the things. Look... what I am trying to say is... I've never laid with a man before so I'm not really sure how to approach this sort of thing."

"That's alright. I've never done this before either."

"You haven't? How is that possible? You're so attractive a-and successful."

"Believe me it wasn't from lack of mistresses. My mother tried for years to get me to marry any one of the dozens of women she brought into our home, but I couldn't see any of them as anything but money hungry cows just looking to nibble at my family's green fields. Some of them even tried to bribe me with promises of fellatio every night and turning them into some kind of "baby factory." He squirms while saying the words.

"You mean... you don't want anyone to carry on your name?"

"Not if that is the only reason to have them. I only want to have children if it means raising a family with a woman who loves me."

He looks to her wondering if she understands what he is trying to tell her. She takes a moment to go over it in her head. 'Is he trying to tell me he loves me or is he asking me if I love him? Do I love him or are my feeling nothing more than sexual?' Her breathing becomes heavy as she pictures his naked body on top of her.

"Dandy, I feel like my heart is about to leap from my chest."

"Mine too."

"So are you going to invite me to your room or..."

He is amazed by her boldness. Not only is he a man but a very powerful and influential man who, if he wanted to, could crush her under his feet with very little effort and yet she stands before him unafraid and willing to give him something that no other man would be able to take from her. He begins to cry feeling the pin prick from the twins rejecting him slowly being pulled from his chest.

"I would be honored to have you join me," he replies.

He gives her a kiss on the back of her hand then leads her into his room. Being the first time she has seen it, she is shocked by all the weird stuff among the walls and ceiling. It almost looks like a torture chamber with all the chains and belts but she knows it is actually a sex dungeon. 'Is he really a virgin? And if so, why does he have such toys? And so many at that?'

He notices her looking around and answers her questions for her. "Don't worry my sweet. Everything you see in here has been for my own devices. None of these instruments have even come close to caressing the skin of a woman. You can trust me when I say you are the first female to ever enter my bedchamber... except for mother, and the cleaning lady. But still most of these items are new. Never been used."

"It's alright, Dandy. I trust that you are virtuous. I just wasn't expecting you to have such... elaborate taste."

"Well, now that I have you, most of these items can become obsolete."

They take a set together on his bed. It sinks in deep feeling more soft than anything Linda has ever felt before in her life. The two of them just sit quietly for a moment looking at one another. Both nervous but also ready to give themselves to someone for the first time. They lean into each other and kiss passionately. Dandy lifts off his shirt and Linda admires how perfect his body is.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like one of those Greek statues?"

"I haven't, but I have often thought about getting myself sculpted."

"Why haven't you?"

"I've tried but you would be amazed by hard it is to find anyone who is able to capture my essence in any form of art."

"That doesn't really surprise me. I'm sure anyone you hire would be intimidated by your divine stature."

"You really find me worthy of being labeled as divine?"

"I do."

She gives him a deep kiss. He lays her down on her back and begins to lift up her nightdress. He kisses at the line of her lacy underwear, up her belly, to her rib-cage. She moans with each kiss causing him to become rock hard. His fingers are only inches from grasping at a pair of soft, supple, breasts for the first time. 'Can they possibly be softer than all the other parts of her body? She already feels incredibly silky. As her under-boob becomes visible, he leans into her.

The loud crash of a window being shattered from the first floor jolts them out of the mood. Dandy stands up from the bed in a rage.

"Someone dares come to my house in the middle of the night!" He shouts as he heads towards the door.

"No, Dandy! Don't go out there!" Linda pleads but he doesn't listen.

He storms down he stairs in his tighty whities to find that the front door's window has been smashed and the door now swings wide open in the wind of the night air.

"Who's there!" He shouts but gets no answer.

There is no one to be seen. Nothing to be heard but the crickets in the cold.

Linda calls down to him from the top of the stairs, "Dandy, who is it?"

He turns to look up at her. "I don't know." Suddenly he is attacked from behind and is struck in the head with a baseball bat. In a daze he falls to the floor then sees the members of Elsa's show appear from he shadows to surround him. "What are you freaks doing here? Get out of my house!" He tries to sound threatening but his mind and body are unable to correspond due to the blow.

"Elsa claims you stole something that belongs to her, and we've come to take it back." Half of the group makes their way up the stairs towards Linda.

Dandy hears her scream, "No! Let me go!"

"You stay away from her!" He shouts.

As they carry her towards the front door they drag him towards the basement.

Linda continues to scream which turns into crying, "Why are you doing this? Please just leave us alone! Dandy!"

"Linda, I won't let them hurt you! Get off of me you disgusting degenerates!"

He is able to swing a few punches but fails to make contact.

"See you on the other side," they mock as they toss him down the basement steps and lock the door behind him.

He can still hear Linda's muffled screams as he finds his balance and makes his way back up to he door. He slams his fists then his shoulders against it to free himself but it doesn't budge.

"You mutants are so dead! When I get out of here I am personally going to put a hole in each and every one of your skulls!"

The group just walks away unfazed by his words. He hears more smashing of glass and then the smell of smoke begins to seep in from under the door. He continues to try to break free but to no avail. The freaks watch from the front yard as their molotovs engulf the house in flames. Unable to get free from her captor's grip, Linda has no choice but to stand with them and watch as tears stream down her face for the lose of he man she now realizes she loves.

"Why did you do this? Why have you kidnapped me?" She cries.

"We saved you little one. You have no idea what kind of fucked up shit that man-child has done to people. The man was a psychopath. He got what was coming to him."

Linda continues to cry refusing to believe what they are saying to be true. He was nothing but kind and caring towards her. Anything he had done would have been because of the way he was raised. It wasn't his fault.

They carry her back to he freak show fairgrounds and take up shifts at her door to ensure she doesn't try to run or to hurt herself. She cries throughout the night.