Chapter 110: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 21, Safety

CHARLOTTE

... and light streams in, through the windows over the bed. Blinking into brilliant sunshine, I sit up, trying to remember where I am.

Michael is lying beside me, still sound asleep, but I don´t recognise the room. Still a bit confused, my only certainty is that my bladder is crying out for a bathroom.

My clothes are laid tidily on a chair next to the bed, along with a clean, white towelling robe, which I slip on. Barefoot, I pad out of the room.

I step out into a large and very beautiful apartment. We are high, very high, with a view over the City that ranges all the way to the mountains. Two figures, with their backs to me, are bending over a tabletop, discussing some large map or plan laid out on the table.

A bit awkwardly, "Ummm..."

The figures straighten up, turning to face me. It is my Master and Richard. My Master strides forward, hugs me and kisses the top of my head. "Good afternoon, Charlotte." Then he points. "Bathroom?" I nod.

When I return to the r