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Chapter 75: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 26, The Past Revealing
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An hour or so later, black coffee and orange juice having worked their magic, I am feeling much improved."So, what is it for the rest of the day?" says Richard. "James, I want to discuss the works on Site C. If it suits you, we might as well do it here, as go to the office.""Fine by me."Michael says. "I want to pop out, to check things out at the Centre. A surprise visit from the boss never does any harm." My Master tosses him the car keys."Charlotte," says Beth. "I´m going shopping. Would you like to come with me? If you´re not doing anything else, that is.""Erm... Not sure if I´m wanted here..."I glance at Richard, but he shrugs. "Go enjoy yourselves, since you seem to be getting along so well." There is an ironic edge to his voice. "Where are you planning on going, Elizabeth?""I was thinking of having a mooch around Francesca´s store. Perhaps buy some new summer clothes; have a coffee in the tea rooms.""Expensive then," says my Master. He slips a card out of
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My voice is small. I can hardly speak the words. "I killed a man."My Master stands abruptly, rising upright from his chair, which scrapes backwards, abrasively.Richard remains unmoved, simply glancing up at my Master. "Go on."Breathe..."I was fourteen. It was at the home. There was a man... As the girls got older, and sometimes the boys... they would take them away..."My throat seizes up. Unspeaking, Richard pours a tumbler of water, pushing it across the table to me. I gulp it down, straining for air."He took me out, tried to get me into his car. He was telling me that I was being taken to a party where... He was enjoying telling me what they were going to do to me. He had a knife, holding it at my throat to get me into the car. He said that when we got to the party, they were going to pass me around, and if I didn´t do as I was told, he was going to... to fuck me with the knife, and enjoy doing it..."I am panting hard, struggling with my words, as the nightmare r
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We walk, Michael holding my hand, along a wild track, high in the mountains. Rambling between forest and green meadows which slope down to the lake, just being here is a balm to my black mood. And Michael, with his unconditional support, and lack of pressure, is soothing company.We sit on an old stump. Michael pours me coffee from a flask, which I accept, then offers me a sandwich, which I do not."Thanks, I´m not hungry.""Charlotte, you´ve got to eat, or you´re no good to anyone, least of all yourself." He presses the food onto me. Reluctantly I take it, fighting my churning stomach, to choke down small bites.Nonetheless, the walk calms me. Clouds scud across the sky, casting light and shade across the meadows. The lake sparkles in the sunshine, the waters rippling with a shimmering light in the brisk breeze. Breathing deeply, the early autumn mountain air tastes good: of pine and snow."It´s real soul food, this place, isn´t it?" says Michael, lacing his fingers into min
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I wake to the smell of coffee. My Master is there, sitting on the end of the bed with Michael, talking quietly with him. I don´t move, trying to pick out the words, but their voices are a low murmur, and I can´t hear what they are saying.I stir, and they both turn to look at me, Michael smiling at me, my Master sombre."Good morning, Charlotte. How are you now?" says my Master.My stomach churning, "What´s happening?"He chews his lip for a moment. "I´m not going to tell you exactly until we have some final information come in, but I will say, that Haswell has worked tirelessly on your behalf, over the last day or so and... it´s going to be alright for you." "Really?""Yes, really." The words sound as though he should be pleased, but his expression, his body language, says otherwise.Michael: "Coffee?""Mmm, yes, please.""Breakfast?""Um, no. Don´t think I could hold it down."My Master again, "Take your time. Have your coffee, take a bath, whatever. Then come
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Michael wraps an arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. "He´ll come round. He´s had a rough ride the last day or two. Let him calm down, and he´ll be himself again."But he doesn´t come round. My Master sits, by himself, in the lounge all day.The following day, it is the same. He sits alone, brooding.I make a pot of coffee, strong, the way he likes it. Timidly, I tap on the door. "I brought you coffee, Master.""Fine. Leave it on the table." He doesn´t look at me."I´m going for a walk, on the beach. Would you like to come with me?""No."Fighting back tears, I put on a jacket and head outside. I pass Michael."I´m going for a walk.""Want company?" asks Michael."No, I´m fine. I just want some fresh air. I won´t go far."He nods, looking unhappy, and I wander off, down to the sea.There is a strong surf. Autumn is coming, and waves toss their white heads before spilling over onto the sands. I follow the strand line, looking for anything more interesting
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The following morning, Michael´s phone rings. "Yup? So? Can´t you get a replacement? No...? Oh, right. Okay, I´ll be there in an hour or so."He clicks the phone off. "I´ve got to go to the Centre for a few hours," he says to me. "I´d like to take you with me, but I´d prefer to do that on a day when we can relax and I can... er... pamper you a bit... You alright staying here?""I´m fine. You go do what you have to do. I´ll have a swim and try to get some sun.""Don´t forget your sun-blocker." He tosses a tube at me, and I catch it mid-air.-----I know what I need to do.My Master is in the lounge, sitting in an armchair. Hands behind his head, long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, he stares, pensively, into space"Master, may I... come in?"He tilts his head at me, expression sombre. "Of course you may, Charlotte. It is hardly for me to tell you where you may, or may not, go."I am wearing only the lightest of clothing, a beach robe, nothing underneath,
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