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talking about, Albert,’ she said innocently, ‘and I don’t understand what’s gotten into you.’ She moved hastily away from him towards the desk.
    â€˜I’ll be happy to show you.’ He strolled lazily after her.
    Amanda desperately scanned the surface of the desk for something to restore order, such as a photograph of her and Sidney together. What she found instead was a scattering of colourful and extremely graphic eight-by-tens. The photographs had captured particularly hot moments in an encounter between a high-school friend of hers, and a woman clearly identifiable as Amanda Vanforth, in all her naked glory. Her pale cheeks turned crimson as she saw several close-ups of her face, and her expression in the pictures made it clear she was in the throes of an orgasm. The man responsible for her pleasure was clearly not her husband. The man in the obscene images with her was Paul, and his hands were just where Albert’s hand was now. Her brother-in-law was touching her bottom again, this time patting it in a gentle imitation of what Paul had been doing to her. The photographs showed her high school friend spanking her. She suffered a flush of feeling remembering the hard and passionate way Paul had fucked her that night, but then her mind returned to the present as Albert patted her right cheek, and then her left cheek, slowly, with no sense of urgency.
    â€˜Do you still want to talk to Sidney, Mandy?’ he asked quietly.
    â€˜Don’t call me that,’ she snapped, but she didn’t move away from his hand. ‘How did you...?’
    â€˜Your friend is quite a professional,’ he remarked, and pressed his hand against the cloth between her cheeks. She gasped as he fingered the deep valley dividing her buttocks through the tightly stretched cotton, feeling for her anus. She shifted her weight, trying to escape his intrusive caress, yet she didn’t actually move away from him. She was too scared. ‘He... did this?’
    â€˜Did this? Mandy, I tracked him down for this. Of all the guys in your high school yearbook, he was the only one who had a heart drawn around his face.’
    â€˜You stole my yearbook?’ she exclaimed, turning to face him again. It surprised her how close he was, so close she could feel his heat. He was wearing a white shirt and tie, and the growing bulge in his black trousers gave her the panicky feeling that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
    â€˜I had to get a hold of this, Mandy.’ He smiled again, and slid his hand up from her bottom to cup her left breast. She didn’t move as he fondled her bosom, but she shuddered inside. In all the years she had known him, he had never before smiled at her like that. It was an ugly smile, the smile of a man who believes he owns something, and who is not necessarily gentle with his possessions.
    â€˜What do you want?’ she asked, even though she knew.
    â€˜Well, Mandy,’ he took a final drag from his cigarette, and put it out in the glass ashtray on his desk, ‘we can start with you slipping your slacks down.’
    Mandy stood with her hands clutching her ankles, trying to keep her balance while Albert’s hands wandered up from her bare calves to her trim thighs and from there up to her bottom, where one of them stroked gently between her cheeks. Then he reached down around her and cupped both her naked breasts. ‘Mandy?’
    â€˜Mm?’ By now she knew that if she did not reply when he called her this, he would slap her bottom.
    â€˜Would you like to see Paul again?’ he asked softly. His hands returned to her hips, and moved down to her silky thighs.
    â€˜Would I!’ She wanted to kill the bastard.
    â€˜Good,’ Albert said. ‘Come in, Paul.’
    She immediately straightened up out of her humiliating position, just in time to see Paul, her long-lost crush, enter Albert’s office. It seemed to her that he was wearing the same