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But I figured that level of pleasure was still possible, and I wanted it badly.

I was afraid to take the phone in the shower where it was harder to keep it dry, so I started watching the videos while I lay in the bathtub, the water splashing down on my clit.

It took a while to get the hang of holding the phone at the same time, but I’ve got to say, I came a whole lot faster and a whole lot harder with my new visual aid.

In fact, I used the phone so much it went dead, and I had to steal a power cord from Papa’s study to charge it back up.

I took a lot of baths over the next couple of days.

Later that week, Eugenio told me he’d been able to switch shifts.

“But I had to do it for a whole week,” he complained. “The scheduler wouldn’t let me do it for just one night.”

I wanted to use my fingers to play the world’s smallest violin, but I figured it was better to keep Eugenio on my good side, so I resisted the urge.

“I need you to start taking walks outside at night,” he continued, “so the other foot soldiers get used to seeing you out in the gardens. That way, when they see you on Friday, they won’t think anything of it.

“I hired a girl some of the other guys use – Esmeralda. She’s going to show up at 10 o’clock this Friday night. I told the other guards and the camera room guys she’s coming, so nobody will say shit.

“I need you out at the gate by 10, okay? Wear a black dress. She’ll be wearing a black dress, and she has long hair like you, so you’ll easily pass for her on camera as long as you don’t turn around.

“Once the corridor ends, a bunch of steps will take you down a long hill to a road. The taxi that brings Esmeralda here is going to wait for you, and it’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

I’d seen enough TV shows to know that taxis didn’t work for free. “Don’t I need money for that?”

Eugenio grumbled and handed me three hundred-euro bills.

I’d only seen money before in movies. After all, I had no reason to have any, because I had nowhere to spend it.

I rubbed the bills between my fingers, feeling the texture of the paper, and stared at the beautiful colors.

“That should get you anywhere you want to go, then back home again,” Eugenio finished.

“Thanks!”

“We’re even after this – right?”

“Of course,” I lied.

“I want my phone back, too.”

“Mrm,” I grunted.

“Please!”

“We’ll see.”

I had no intention of handing it back – I was having way too much fun at bathtime to give it up.

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The next five nights, I took a walk in the gardens like Eugenio had said.

The foot soldiers thought it was very odd at first. Every guy I encountered asked, “Are you alright, Signorina?”

I told them, “I’m just taking a walk, that’s all.”

By the third night, none of them gave me a second look.