They were basic, a small dormitory for the staff on call and pretty simple washing and lavatory facilities. They were nothing like the hotels guest ro...ms, of course, but at least they were clean and heated. What he didn't like was the way they showed CCTV from here into the bar. He'd been up there when a bunch of Hooray Harriets had been whooping at the spectacle of one of his colleagues struggling out his corsetry at the end of a long day.It looked like it was going to be a regular evening.. This resolution gave him enough mental strength to resist the obscene temptation before him - even after factoring in all the alcohol he’d had.Claire did as she was told - turning slowly on the spot in the narrow confines of the shower and turning the handle until the flow of water ceased. She stayed there facing away from her father - pliant and helpless without any further instructions.“Okay, Claire.” Joshua said, his eyes darting down to buttocks. He swallowed again. “Come out of the shower. His control of her continued with the lists and requirements, but now there were inspections when he returned. Every little discrepancy was noted, and if nothing was found, something was made up and he would berate her for every single one of them.One day during their inspection tour he was strangely silent. She knew he had seen a number of items she had missed. The baby had been sick that week and she just couldn't do it all, but he hadn't said a word; he just marked something down on a piece. The city in the late spring was amazing, and it felt like everything home hadn’t been, modern, cosmopolitan, alive. Then the winter came, nothing prepared her for that first cold blast in mid November, and it only got worse from there. It was nearly March now, for God’s sake. She just wanted it to warm up again.It also wouldn’t have hurt if the people warmed up a little too. When they’d moved Katie had been a bubbly, friendly fourteen year old, but that wasn’t the way big cities worked. No one.