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I
washed it. I bathed him carefully, then helped him to the bed and
wished him a good night. Then I curled up on my pallet and tried to
sleep myself.
When sleep refused to come, thanks to my own throbbing cock, I
went out to the gardens, thinking a walk would help to relax me. I
walked through the flowers close to the house, coming to a small
fountain with a stone bench around it. I sat down, wondering what was
to become of both of us. Would he kill himself at last in one of his
crazed fits? Or would he come into the house and kill me? Would the
girl tell what she'd seen, and bring the authorities down on us? Would
things go on as they were, and if so, how would I get the money for
supplies? There was a limit as to how much could be sold from the
estate. Perhaps I could get a job in the city. But doing what? I had
no skills worth selling.
I sighed and buried my face in my hands, the tears coming
again, along with helpless sobs of pain and fear. I'd been charged
with taking care of him, and
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