“Well, a couple of weeks ago…” she brought a scene to mind that was more removed from the events of the night before. “I swear, sir, I didn’t mean to spy on anything… I was so restless that I couldn’t sleep…”
“I understand that,” he said kindly, “you don’t need to explain.”
“Well, I-I,” she couldn’t stop her nervous shaking, “I just happened by the library door and you were there with Helen Profert…” she stopped abruptly.
“And…” the Doctor prompted her.
“Well…” she fiddled with her nervous fingers, “Helen was bending over and you had a cane in your hand… you were beating her poor behind while she was sounding…” she stopped again.
“Sounding like what, how did Helen sound to you?”
“Like she enjoyed it, sir. Very much.”
“So much that she was orgasming?”
Melinda’s eyes widened. “Well,
