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you.”
    Laura turned away and buried her head in the mattress. “I cannot do those things. Not even to save Tom’s life. He knows that, Daisy. I told him when Lord McBride threatened to whip him to death in front of my eyes. What am I to do?”
    “Something will turn up, Laura. Keep your resolve till then.”
     
    Tom was lost in the mansion. He had spent a busy afternoon curing the minor ailments the troops and engineers had picked up. Healing was a tiring business and he felt exhausted. The next turn brought him to a familiar looking corridor; he sighed with relief and opened the door to his room.
    Antonia lay naked on the bed. She shrieked and grabbed at the skirt on her chair as she got to her feet. It didn’t quiet cover her.
    “How dare you enter my room without knocking?”
    Tom was about to protest it was his room when a second glance showed it looked nothing like the interior of his room.
    “I’m sorry. I though this was…”
      “…a brothel, no doubt, where every young woman is your willing plaything?” Antonia said scornfully. “I expect a handsome young man like you expects every girl to drop to her knees and meet your perverted needs.”
    “What?” Tom had no idea what Antonia was talking about. “I will take my leave with apologies for the intrusion.” He turned back to the door.
    “Stop!” The command was imperious. “There must be full restitution.”
    “What?”
    “You use that word too often. Has nobody told you? Since you have seen me as Eve was before she bit into the apple, it is only right that you offer me the same opportunity.”
    Tom resisted the urge to say ‘what?’ yet again. Nevertheless, she could not possibly mean what he thought she meant.
    “You want me to…” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
    “Strip, young man. Before you leave this room I expect you to show me your body as it left your mother’s womb. Now get on with it.”
    Tom found it hard not to look at Antonia’s near naked body. It was having inevitable results and the last thing he could do right now was get undressed.
    “You need to dress. I will leave and we can discuss this later.” Tom was surprised at the coherence of his words. His insides seemed to be filling with butterflies.
    “You will disrobe here and now or I will have you brought up on a charge.”
    He could get a prison term if she made a formal complaint about his intrusion and they were both well aware of it.
    “You win.” Tom knew when he was defeated and began to take off his jacket.
    Antonia smiled for a second and then her face became hard. “Take off your boots, then your shirt, vest and trousers. And don’t you dare turn your back on me.”
    Tom had to sit to remove his boots. Antonia moved closer and adjusted the skirt that barely covered her body. From his position in the chair he saw the light from the window between her legs and as the skirt lifted he saw wisps of hair.
    “Get on with it.”
    When he stood, the bulge at his groin was obvious. He hoped she would realize that he couldn’t possibly remove his trousers. It would be obscene. He took off his shirt as slowly as possible. He wore no vest as the local weather was so warm.
    “Trousers off now.”
    “B-b-but.”
    “Now.”
    Trying to think of nothing but Queen and country, Tom removed the last items of his clothing. At least he could use his hands.
    “Move your hands to your sides. Excellent. My sister compliments you on the length and girth of your manhood.”
    “What?”
    Antonia laughed. “There you go again. Stand by the bed and put your hands on your hips.” Tom did as instructed, though he felt like a fool, an uncomfortably erect fool.
    “I am a telepath, remember? My twin sister Andrea is in constant communication with me and we see through each others eyes, hear through each others ears and even feel the touches the other one makes.”
    Antonia had moved behind him and he sensed her hands come close to his buttocks.
    “I