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“
And
please
me
you
do
,
”
he
says
,
but
he
looks
uneasy
.
“
I
thought
you
were
going
to
have
a
shower
.
”
Oh
,
he
’
s
dismissing
me
.
“
Yes
…
um
,
I
’
ll
see
you
in
a
moment
.
”
I
scurry
out
of
his
office
completely
dumbfounded
.
He
seemed
confused
.
Why
?
I
have
to
say
as
physical
experiences
go
,
that
was
very
satisfying
.
But
emotionally
—
well
,
I
’
m
rattled
by
his
reaction
,
and
that
was
about
as
emotionally
enriching
as
cotton
candy
is
nutritious
.
Mrs
.
Jones
is
still
in
the
kitchen
.
“
Would
you
like
your
tea
now
,
Miss
Steele
?
”
“
I
’
ll
have
a
shower
first
,
thank
you
,
”
I
mutter
and
take
my
blazing
face
quickly
out
of
the
room
.
In
the
shower
,
I
try
to
figure
out
what
’
s
up
with
Christian
.
He
is
the
most
complicated
person
I
know
,
and
I
cannot
understand
his
ever
-
changing
moods
.
He
seemed
fine
when
I
went
into
his
study
.
We
had
sex
…
and
then
he
wasn
’
t
.
No
,
I
don
’
t
get
it
.
I
look
to
my
subconscious
.
She
’
s
whistling
with
her
hands
behind
her
back
and
looking
anywhere
but
at
me
.
She
hasn
’
t
got
a
clue
,
and
my
inner
goddess
is
still
basking
in
a
remnant
of
postcoital
glow
.
No
—
we
’
re
all
clueless
.
I
towel
-
dry
my
hair
,
comb
it
through
with
Christian
’
s
one
and
only
hair
implement
,
and
put
my
hair
up
in
bun
.
Kate
’
s
plum
dress
hangs
laundered
and
ironed
in
the
closet
along
with
my
clean
bra
and
panties
.
Mrs
.
Jones
is
a
marvel
.
Slipping
on
Kate
’
s
shoes
,
I
straighten
my
dress
,
take
a
deep
breath
,
and
head
back
out
to
the
great
room
.
Christian
is
still
nowhere
to
be
seen
,
and
Mrs
.
Jones
is
checking
the
contents
of
the
pantry
.
