Laura paused, and I suspect she spoke with Christine. “And you definitely did not sleep with her – you didn’t spend the night with her in any way – and you know what I mean when I ask that,” Laura demanded.
I knew I was on safe ground here. “No Mistress,” I said, somewhat proudly. But I was quite glad that I didn’t have to look Laura in the eye when I answered these questions.
There was a long pause on the phone line. “And there’s nothing else you think you need to tell us?” Christine asked this time.
“No Mistress,” I replied, “I’m pretty sure I covered the highlights.”
It was Christine’s voice again on the phone. “Good!” she said, and cleared the call.
As I put the phone down I saw my hand was shaking. I hadn’t eaten that much today. I’d managed to just nibble at Mum’s Sunday lunch,
