While Shaun O'Malley ransacked Molly Fenn's house, the two deputies ministered to Molly at the fire station. The girl lay motionless on the cot: a pitifull creature devastated by what she had endured. She whimpered occasionally when one of the men tried to comfort her. " No more Molly; no more hurt. We just want to help you......the Constable is gone. We won't let him hurt you anymore." They tried to sooth Molly.

Finally, she let one of the deputies wipe the filth from her face. He did it gentley and smoothed her matted hair with his hand. Finally Molly stammered a timid, almost pleading, " thank you". Somehow she sensed the pity and compassion this man who had forced her to suck his penis an hour earlier now had for her. She believed him that he would protect her from the crazy man bent on hurting her.

Molly had no choice. Alone she felt she would die. And she didn't want to die a non-person, a piece of meat. She desperately needed at least the little compassion he could give her now. She was empty and she needed the envigorating sensation of kindness and love. She needed filling, She yearned for a strong, gentle embrace. A protector; she wanted to be held and loved. Just held close to anoth human being and held. Fortunately these two men were able to respond to the poor girl's immediate need without further lust on their parts. They felt that highest of human drives that makes even the most brutish man respond to save a poor whipped puppy. They didn't rush Molly, but let her sleep for half an hour. One man sat by her bed and held her hand: a gesture of caring.