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horrified to accept.
    “I suppose Patrick failed to familiarize you
with the videophones which are set up around the manor?” he said.
“Well, that's all right. I'm sure you'll come to understand how
they work soon. In the interim, yes, I can see you quite clearly,
so you might want to, er, cover yourself somewhat if you're feeling
modest.”
    She was so stunned, so mortified she couldn't
accept it. Hannah could only stare at the screen in disbelief.
    “Not that I mind, really. You have quite a
beautiful body. It's good to know you're responsible enough to keep
a good exercise regime, what with you being occupied in a rather
sedentary occupation. I respect people who take care of their
bodies.”
    Hannah screamed and threw herself out of bed,
tumbling to the floor, out of sight of the TV, then scrambled on
hands and knees around behind it, eyes wide, face turning beet red
as the full enormity of what had happened sank into her horrified
mind. He hadn't merely seen her naked! Oh no, he had seen her
masturbating! With a bottle! The bottle which was still jammed into
her pussy all the way to the base!
    She knelt on the floor and put her hands over
her burning face, too shocked by the intensity of the realization
to cope with it. Denial swept through her, but she knew it was
useless. Even if he had come in at the last minute he'd seen her
riding the bottle, seen her jamming herself down on it, seen and
heard her orgasm!!
    The only thought in her head then was to get
away! She had to run! She ha to grab her things and get out before
he came near her, before she had to meet him!
    “Miss Quinn? Are you there? We still have a
lot to discuss,” he said, ridiculously calmly.
    How could she turn the bloody thing off!?
There wasn't even a cord to pull! But as she put her hands on the
top corner she realized it could be swiveled, and so she slowly
turned it, keeping right in behind, turned it away from the bed and
towards the fireplace. Then she grabbed the control box and turned
it off.
    The fucking bottle was still inside her!
    Frantically, she pulled it free, throwing it
furiously against the wall as she grabbed for clothes. She would
leave her wardrobe behind! She simply had to get out before he saw
her! She would abandon the job and head home, and never answer the
phone again without being certain it wasn't him! Before she saw
him! She jumped into the clothes she'd worn up on the train,
grabbed her purse, shoved her feet into the pumps, and ran for the
door
    She half fell down the stairs, yanked open
the door – and screamed, falling back onto the stairs as she saw
him standing there, looking mildly irritated.
    “Miss Quinn,” he said, impatiently. “I don't
appreciate being hung up on.”
    She turned and scrambled back up the stairs,
horrified, but there was no way out, no way to hide, and he came up
behind her. She moved as far as the far wall and then stopped,
grabbing the window sill, refusing to turn around.
    “Bloody women,” he said with a world-weary
sigh. “Miss Quinn, we all have naked bodies. Yours is exceptionally
attractive as compared to most, so you really have nothing to be
ashamed of there. As for your masturbation – .”
    Hannah cringed at the word.
    “Well, virtually everyone masturbates. Just
as everyone goes to the bathroom. I really never could understand
the dreadful embarrassment around the subject. Mind you, I've never
been exactly normal.”
    “P-please go away!” she said in a horribly
squeaky voice.
    She was going to burst into tears in a
moment!
    “I masturbate. Would you like to watch
me?”
    “No!” she gasped.
    “No? Well, men are rather more voyeuristic
than women.”
    “You could have warned me!”
    “Of what? Patrick was supposed to familiarize
you with the videophones.”
    “You saw... that... and kept watching!” she
gulped, fighting back tears, still refusing to look around.
    “Yes, well, I must admit, I am a male. But I
don't think it's incumbent upon me to apologize