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offer.’

There was not the slightest sign of a threat in his voice, just the gentle,
reasonable words of a seemingly gentle and reasonable man.
Wanda had hardly realised that her father had left when she heard Lee speak
again. ‘You two, make things ready. We leave now. This minute
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She felt the hands of Big Leu clasp her upper arms and lead her to yet
another door at the far end of the room. Then something was slipped over her
head, softly pressing against her eyes and cutting off sight.
‘Would not try moving mask, missy,’ Leu whispered in her ear. ‘If your hand

goes even near mask, I fear life will become total pain.’
He steered her down some stairs, and a minute later she felt the cool night
air on her face. A hand covered the back of her head, forcing her down as Leu
gave her instructions. She was being assisted into a car. There was the smell of
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well-polished leather and the seat seemed to enfold her.
A few seconds later, she knew that Lee had joined her in the car. He wore a
musky cologne which she had detected in his office. She could not deny a tiny
electric thrill as she felt his hand touch her thigh.

As the car began to move, he whispered apologies for the mask. ‘I have to
take very careful precautions. I’m sure you, as a member of the United States
Navy, will understand.’
She nodded, and he told her to try and rest. ‘It is quite a long drive and I

wish you to be rested when we reach our destination.’
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Once more she felt the thrill pass through her, as though she had absolutely
no resistance or personal freedom.
Within two hours, the car slowed down and came to a stop. She heard the

doors being opened and felt Leu’s hands on her arms again, helping her out and
propelling her across gravel and into a building which smelled of flowers. She
thought the scent was that of night stocks after rain, but under her feet she
detected solid tile or, more likely, marble. Then this changed to thick soft

carpet. She knew that she was being taken down long corridors and through
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other rooms. Then Leu’s hands steadied her. ‘Stay,’ he warned. ‘Touch nothing.
Do not move the mask. Just wait.’
She felt unsteady after the long car ride and the confined darkness, then she

felt Lee near her, his hands running over her waist, buttocks and breasts.
Suddenly he plucked the mask from her face and she was aware of being in a
dimly lit bedroom of vast proportions.

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