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‘Come on Mrs Desala! Time to get up! We have to wash and dress; and then we need to go and see your parents.’ Theodores hand stroked my cheek and my eyes opened to see his lovely face. The lamps in the room were dimmed low and the curtains were closed. My head was pounding; my mouth was dry and my stomach churning. His nose nuzzled my neck and he unbuttoned my dress. ‘Eugh, I feel rough as all hell!’ Theodore laughed and sat up. He handed me a cold glass of water and I downed it. Almost instantly I felt better. ‘Come on, the bath is full. We don’t have much time darlin’, we have to leave in an hour.’ He pulled me to my feet and pushed my dress off my shoulders. We bathed together and he helped to wash my body. We sat in the library drinking tea and eating toast. ‘Did you enjoy last
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