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utterance.
    “ Of course,” she insisted, a sweet smile painting her lips. “You will not be disappointed.”
    She had displayed a flash of her true self, he knew. Now, that got him. His trousers were an evil constriction then.
    “ I will relieve myself and we shall continue,” he conceded.
    “Wise that you do, it will become much worse for you otherwise. There is much yet.”
    He stood up out of his chair, really not caring any longer whether she saw his raging, throbbing erection in his pants or not. He subconsciously wanted her to check out what was standing to attention in his nether region, at full pace, and rather prominent. However, she did not glance. Not even a little. She stared at the floor, arms and legs folded, not smiling or seeming to display any thought. He painfully exited the room and dashed down the corridor toward the bathroo m he had spotted on his way in.
    She could not help but overhear his grunts and growls and his hand slapping up and down his cock as he got rid of whatever pent-up frus tration he had been harbouring for some time. She was tempted to creep out into the corridor and down the hall to catch sight of the scene, but something stopped her.
     
    Returning a little while later, he re-seated himself in the studded leather armchair and failed to wipe away a sheepish grin. She lifted her lids to absorb his noticeably flush cheeks and smirked.
    “Thanks, I actually really needed that. I didn't realise quite how much.”
    A weight seemed to have been lifted, a demon expunged and his former anxiousness eradicated. He was not ashamed in the slightest. He needed it. She knew just as well.
    “ Do you want to continue reading?” she asked.
    “ Yes, but I do have more questions…”
    “ I know my storytelling is not conventional, but it's how the events remain seated in my mind, you know? All your questions will be sated by the end, I assure you.”
    “ I can see that. But, if you don't mind, might you tell me a little something about your upbringing?”
    “ Are these interruptions to continue, Heath, really?” she demanded, impatiently.
    He grinned and couldn't help but find amusement in her irritation. It was as if by referring to him as Heath that she saw him as some sort of servant. He liked it, however, secretly, he did.
    “ Yes, I may yet be unable to keep my tongue. It is impossible for me to promise anything. I am a creature of straightforward contemplation, of facts and calculations, as you earlier pointed out. I may question further yet,” he told her.
    “ Well, Heath, Epworth… her hometown Epworth… Charlotte's life there…” She seemed to find it difficult to take herself back to that time and place.
    “ Don't you see yourself as she anymore?”
    He had already decided he should have brought a psychologist along with him.
    “One more interjection like that and I won't stay. I warn you. I really must insist you simply submit yourself from now on, okay?”
    He nodded and thought, Am I already getting The Service or what? I feel like she's totally working me over here.
    “ Epworth, it is a small village-type place, with gastro pubs and rich, historical monuments, with good schools and the odd celebrity. With clean streets and unique character houses. Rough and ready farmers frequent the inns with rolls of notes to burn, while students pretend to be trendy by attempting to mingle in. For me it was a place of safety and quietude. It was my solace, but also my prison. I don't often like to consider the memories of my time there.”
    He murmured something but checked himself, realising she was serious about his interference in the way this would play out.
    “So, I need not have taken on this work for financial gain. My father is landed enough. No. That is not why I do this. And, anyway, my roots are of no consequence to the story I have to tell you now.”
    She poured more whiskey, and looked down at her lap.
    “ There is more than one man in this tale. The first, you now