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http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

Desfarges had a Master's Cabin, where he normally slept, but he liked
to keep a secure office and bedroom too, and he had deliberately
located them close to the bridge. A strong door separated the two
areas, and Melissa tapped her code on the keypad and waited for the
door to slide open.

Desfarges was inside, watching an array of display screens. On one,
she saw a live feed from Stephanie's cabin; their guest was taking a
shower. On another screen, she saw herself a few minutes back in time,
wiping Stephanie's leg with the washcloth.

"Did you watch us?" she asked.

"But of course," Desfarges answered. "It was very agreeable. What is
her story?"

Melissa recounted everything.

"Hmmm. It is strange that she should arrive just after I left, don't
you think?"

"Well, she showed up first at 8 a.m., before you left. I wouldn't read
too much into the coincidence."

Desfarges nodded. "Stay with her. Show her around. I have business to
attend to here."

On the screen, Stephanie had reached the point of climax, and
Desfarges paused to watch and listen, sighing with contentment when it
was over. "She's still in the shower. Go and scrub her back."

http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

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