‘Help!’ she screamed, pulling a blanket over herself. ‘Help me!’
Coke lurched onto his knees, though when he did it was like someone had driven a spike through his forehead. He reached out to her. ‘Maid! Shh! I am here to –’
Her heels dug into the bed, kicking her back to the headboard. ‘No,’ she screamed once, and again when he somehow got onto his feet, though swaying as if at sea. She thrust out her hand before her eyes and turned her face away, crying.
He looked down. He was as n***d as she. How was this possible? How?
He looked around. His clothes lay a-tangle on the floor as if hastily ripped off and cast aside. He bent to the breeches, tried to pull the stockings from them and place his foot. The movement made him nauseous and he paused to still his heaving stomach. ‘Maid.’ He t
