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Marco studied him in silence for a few moments； then he said： 〃You never told me why you took your bandages off。 Were they too tight？〃
〃I didn't take them off。 She took them off。〃
〃Who's she？〃
〃The woman who owns this house。 Katya Lupescu。〃
〃I'm sorry； you've lost me。〃
Todd smiled。 〃No more explanations；〃 he said。 〃You'll meet her later。 I gotta go。〃
He left Marco standing at the door with a befuddled expression on his face； and headed out into the light again； climbing the slope towards Katya's house； aware that he was behaving like a man who'd just been given a new lease on life。
He didn't call her name as he entered this time。 He simply made his way through the rooms of fake relics。
The sound of running water came from the room adjacent to the bedroom。 Apparently； Katya was still running her bath。
He paused and looked around the bedroom。 There were several enormous posters on the wall； which he had not noticed until now。 Framed posters： one…sheets for movies； many decades old to judge by the stylized graphics； and the yellowing of the paper they were printed on。 The same image dominated all seven posters： that of a woman's face。 She was represented in two of them as a waif； a child…woman lost in a predatory world。 But in the others she'd matured beyond the orphan； and these were the images that reminded him of the woman he'd met last night…an exquisite femme fatale glowering from the frames as she planned her next act of anarchy。 There was； of course； no question who the woman was。 Her name was on the posters； big and bold。 The Sorrows of Frederick； starring Katya Lupi。 The Devil's Bride； starring Katya Lupi。 She is Destruction； starring Katya Lupi。
What the hell was he to make of this new piece of evidence？ Of course it was possible that Katya had paid to have seven posters representing fictitious films printed on aged paper and framed to look like objects of antiquity； but it wasn't very likely。 Was it possible this Katya Lupi…who bore such a resemblance to the Katya he knew…was hardly the same woman at all but a granddaughter； with an uncanny resemblance to her older relative？ It was a more plausible solution than any other he could think of。 Certainly the flawless woman he'd seen naked minutes before； her face without so much as a wrinkle upon it； could not be the woman who'd starred in these movies。 There had to be some other explanation。
He was about to call out and announce his presence when he heard a soft intake of breath echoing off the bathroom walls。 He went quietly to the door； and glanced in。 In a large； old…fashioned ceramic bath； half…filled with water； lay Katya； her legs spread； her hips lifted clear of the water so that he could see how her fingers slid inside her。 Her eyes were closed。
Not for the first time this afternoon； Todd could feel the head of his dick tapping out the rhythm of his pulse against the inside of his pants。 But he had no desire to interrupt Katya's game。 He was perfectly happy to watch her： her face in ecstasy； her breasts clearing from the water as her body arched； her legs lifted up and straddling the sides of the bath。 The mysteries of who she was and how she came to be here suddenly seemed absurdly irrelevant。 What the hell did it matter？ Look at her！
〃Did you bring it？〃
He'd had his eyes on her cunt； but when he looked back up at her face she was staring at him； her expression fierce with need。
〃The Teroarea。 Did you bring it？〃
He was mortified with embarrassment； but plainly she couldn't have cared less。 She had other priorities。
〃Yes；〃 he said； showing her the switch。 〃I brought it。〃
〃So use it。〃
〃What？〃
She lifted her hips even higher； spreading her legs to give him a full view of her sex。 It was ripened by her own touches； but also； he knew； from the anticipation of his return。
〃Touch it；〃 she said。 〃Lightly。〃
His target stood proud of its hood； presented for his delectation。
〃Please；〃 she begged。
He took four steps to the bottom of the bath； keeping his eyes fixed upon her。 He felt the weight of the switch in his hand。 He'd never done anything remotely like this before； but something about the way her body was contorted to offer her sex up to him lent him confidence。
〃Are you ready？〃
〃Just do it！〃
He lifted the Terror。 Her clitoris looked as hard and as red as a ruby。 He lay the switch on it with a short little stab that made her sob。
〃Again！〃 she demanded immediately。
The ruby was already a little redder。
〃Again！〃 she said。
He struck her again； twice； three times； four and five and six； while every muscle in her body went rigid so as to be his perfect target。 〃More？〃 he said。
There were tears on her face； but she simply growled at him between gritted teeth。 He took it to mean yes； and went to work again； until the sweat was running from his face； and down his back； his breath was rough with exertion。 But she would not let him stop。 Her gaze； her sneer； her offered body spoke the same demand； and he dutifully answered it； over and over and over and…
Suddenly her eyes rolled up in her head。 Her mouth opened。 He could barely make sense of the words； they were so thick with feeling。 〃Again。〃 Her pupils had almost gone from sight。 〃Once。〃 He lifted the Terror； which for all its litheness； its lightness； suddenly felt brutal in his aching hand。 Her body had started to shake。 He was shaking too； now。 But the Terror had its own imperative。 Down it came once more。
She let out a cry that sounded more like something a bird would utter than a woman。 Then her limbs lost their solidity； and her legs slipped gracefully off the sides of the bath。 A tiny plume of crimson tinted the water。
He dropped the switch and retreated to the door； in a kind of childish terror at what he'd done； and at how much it had aroused him。 Katya's eyes had closed。 The expression on her face was one of childish contentment； an infant sleeping in the arms of innocence。
He slid down the door…frame into a squatting position； and there… exhausted by the intensity of the previous minutes； he must have briefly fallen asleep； because when he opened his eyes again the water was still moving； but Katya had vacated the tub。 Vacated the bathroom too； in fact。 He didn't have to get up to find her。 He merely had to swing his head round； to see that she was sitting on the edge of the bed； her legs open； looking at her reflection in the long oval mirror。 The expression of contentment had not left her face； but now there was a little smile on her lips too。
She had a wide repertoire of smiles； he thought； or at least it seemed he'd seen a lot in the short time they'd known one another。 There was her teasing smile； her mischievous smile； her dark smile； her dry smile。 This one had a little of everything in it。 She knew he was watching her； so there was something of her performance smile in it。 But it certainly wasn't phony。 How fake could someone be when she'd just let her body lead her into such extremes？ Surely he was one of a rare order of men： those to whom she'd given herself in that profound way。 He thought of the tinted blood rising up between her legs； and felt a peculia