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“No,” I say politely turning back. I’m feeling so nervous I’m sick to my stomach.
Tiptoeing along the corridor I look for the back parlor where Peach and Tasia were the night before. The door is closed and I know that she’s still inside because I can feel her essence in me. I always know when she’s this close. I try the knob, but the room’s locked.
“I said, Samantha Clarisse is not to be disturbed,” Tasia calls to me as she suddenly rushes into the corridor. I shouldn’t be surprised to see her.
“I have a right to see her,” I charge.
“Of course, you think you do, but you gave up that right, being the whimpering ninny that you are. You could have given her what she wants but you didn’t, and now I do.”
I want to tear the hair from her head, I’m so angry; but at that moment another woman appears in the hallway. A little wisp of a thing, she slips in and out quickly, giggling softly when she sees the two of us.
She destroys my fine passion for an instant and I have to start again.
“I want to see her now,” I demand.
“Oh? Seeing her last night wasn’t enough?”
I jerk back in shock. I don’t want her to see me react to the stunning disclosure, but I already have.
“You’re a bizarre woman, Cassidy. So unbearably erotic and so cruel to yourself and your lover. I’d be surprised if Samantha Clarisse ever returns to your bed the way you’ve hurt her with your refusals.
“You have no right to comment on what’s between us,” I say. I feel like I’m burning up inside hearing her accusations but I can’t let it faze me now. “I’m not leaving until I see Peach.”
She smiles malevolently. “All right. Suit yourself, but you’ll be disappointed. She doesn’t want you here.” Tasia crosses in front of me and pulls a key from her pocket. The door opens easily and I follow her inside.
Peach lies on a button tufted lounging sofa, her arms bound above her, the collar and chain as they were the night before. Her ankles are also bound to the far end of the sofa, spread so her cunt is wide open.
Tasia picks up her black rod.
“Samantha Clarisse, your slut needs to see you,” Tasia announces. She taps Peach on the thigh until Peach responds, turning her face to us. Tasia then shoves the rod into Peach’s cunt. We both gasp.
“I want to see her alone,” I say.
“No,” Peach shakes her head.
“Please,” I’m begging.
“This is between Tasia and me,” Peach says. There are marks on her breasts like those I received from Cozinne. On Peach they seem so cruel. I’m in tears though I don’t want Tasia to see.
“Tell her, Samantha Clarisse,” Tasia says, as if she’s bored with me. She gives the rod a nasty shove, then drops it, while it’s still anchored in Peach’s cunt. She walks from the room as a cloud disappearing from the sky.
I thought Peach would relent with her rude mistress gone.
“Go away,” she says. “You’re interfering. I don’t want you here.” She says it coldly, so that I shiver from the chill. I think there’s a draft in the room and worry about Peach naked where she lies. But there are beads of glistening sweat on her belly. It’s me that’s frozen.
“Please, just to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she says.
When she turns her face away, I leave.
Darting through the hallway and up to my room, I pass a laughing Tasia.
My life is out of control! I can’t imagine how it got this way, a gentle vacation becoming a horror story as the love of my life lies bound in a room below me, refusing to speak with me. Utterly alone, I cry; my tears refusing to stop until my eyes are stinging and swollen. I have no idea what this means, why Peach deserts me and betrays me with this woman. What could I have done to deserve this hateful treatment!
I think of leaving, though it seems irresponsible to abandon her while she remains in the clutches of that woman—even if she’s spurned me.
I moan about my plight until I can’t stand to be in this place any longer. Taking the back stairs down, I escape outside, thinking I’ll walk the beach to clear my head; but on impulse, I climb inside the Jeep and drive north. Still in a daze I’m not sure where I’m going until the picture of Miriam’s face passes through my flustered mind.
