Some boggled at her desk, some snickered, a couple made loud crass comments and a very few had appeared horrified at the pile of stuff surrounding her... The building had almost emptied before that last visitor departed. She was sure that, too, was a set-up, particularly when she saw who it was the client had been visiting.Jason ushered the man to the street and turned back to Arabella as she gathered her coat and handbag, ready to escape."Gee, you're a popular girl. Who woulda thought?" He. She knew that she had been violated, forced to do things that in a million years she would never have initiated on her own. Things that only a whore would do, not a clean, innocent, church going Catholic, like herself.Her body hurt and she was tired. So tired that all she wanted to do was lay down and sleep. She was also aware that through the haze of exhaustion her thoughts kept on going back and reliving the horror of being held down against her will on the bed in the inn, being made love. All he could do for now is sweat it out. Maybe he'd get lucky and neither girl was pregnant - after all, it was their first time. Not that it really mattered biologically, but still - didn't it? Maybe neither girl would speak to each other about their tryst with Steve. Maybe he could just dig a hole and hide inside for a few weeks in case they ever did talk to each other.He looked up at the receptionist, a forty-ish woman who was typing into a computer. Steve was otherwise alone in the. He stood up with his hand out to me. I got up and he lead me into his office. He said What do you think? I stared at him thinking what does this have to do with anything. I looked around and saw it. There, sitting in the prominent spot in a cabinet was the tea set I had given him. The card was neatly laying next to it. I looked at him and walked over and looked closer at the cabinet. Everything else in there was trophy related, nothing from any students or from school. I looked back at him and.