Chapter 89: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 1, Termtime

CHARLOTTE

Sitting in my room, the small private space that I call my own, in the house I share with seven other students, my phone beeps. It´s an incoming message, from Michael

"Purchase completed fifteen minutes ago. Your Home awaits you."

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Fumbling, as I balance my bags in one hand, door keys to the lock in the other, I step into the hallway of the student house.

As I tramp upstairs, a voice floats down from the top floor; Marie. "That you, Charlotte?"

"Yup," I shout back.

"You´ve got visitors... They´re up in the kitchen here. I made them a coffee while they waited."

I don´t get visitors. There is only one possibility. Racing upstairs, I dash into the kitchen, and, yes, it´s them, my Master and Michael, both grinning wildly.

"Surprise!" says Michael. He sweeps me into his arms, swinging me around, kissing me on the mouth.

My Master, more circumspect, touches me on the shoulder, kissing my forehead. "Hello, Charlotte. Lovely to see you."

"Mas... James! Mic