Charlotte
My back hurts...
Michael... his hands, soothing away the ache... Calming me...
I've been so bad-tempered recently...
So awful to him... Them...
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry...
I wish you were here. I want to tell you I'm sorry...
Master...
My Master...
The softness in your eyes when I kneel for you, the velvet kiss of the falls trailing over my skin...
The bite of the lash...
With you... I fly....
*****
Michael
Beth pops her head up. "James, how do I zoom in here?"
"It's a touch screen. Just scissor it out."
He watches as she zooms, peering in on the screen, then replays...
"Beth, what are you looking at?"
"I think I might have something."
She sheers off as Klempner abandons his laptop, striding over to sit by her. "Show me."
His eyes slide sidelong. "Mrs Haswell,
