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heart had pounded in my chest, fearful of another wild creature outside my window that might not be as innocent as the owl with the strange cry. The second time I heard the sound it appeared as though someone was in pain. I’d helped at the Girls’ Home infirmary in my last year there, so I thought it best to see if one of the men were indeed ill and needed my assistance.
    The noise came from Griff’s bedroom, and when I pushed open the closed but unlatched door, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks.
    I knew a little about anatomy, but I had never seen a man’s member before and had no idea it stood straight up the way Griff’s did. How they went to the toilet with it pointing in that direction confounded me, and I wondered if it easily pushed downward, too.
    Once I was able to take my eyes off Griff’s nakedness I caught the full view of Ari, crouched on the bed like a frog. To my astonishment, Griff was pushing his fingers in and out of Ari’s bottom. This act caused the groaning I heard, and I thought then that maybe Ari had a problem with his bowels which Griff was attending to.
    About to leave them, I heard my name mentioned in the same breath as Griff announcing his intent to fuck Ari, and how they would do it to me, too! Now I had to watch. Was this what would happen on my wedding night?
    The light was dim, just a single lamp on the bureau by the bed, and from where I stood I couldn’t see that well. Even so, Griff’s member looked swollen, deep red, and angry.
    Ari made a terrible noise, a sort of low groan, as Griff pushed his thing into his bottom. The most awful thing was that a deep thickness grew in the area between my legs where Griff had slapped and stroked and brought me such extraordinary pleasure after my spanking. Why on earth did this depraved act going on before me cause such excitement?
    I remained transfixed, unable to make my legs work to take me back to my bedroom. One thing was for sure: I wasn’t staying in a house with, or marrying, men who behaved in such a perverted manner.
    Of course, at the completion of the act, when they had discovered me watching, I had agreed to sleep the night in their bed when I should have called for the constabulary or the Pastor. All night I’d had to put up with the throb between my legs that returned every time I relived the images of the men’s union.
    Thankfully, when I awoke in the morning both men had left the bed, and I was able to scurry back to my room to take a moment to consider my circumstances. Each time I thought I had by fortune landed in a better than expected position, something happened to show me all in my life was not as it appeared. Certainly, living in a foreign country with no friend or mentor, I was struggling to make life decisions that would serve me well.
    I hoped to wait in my room until the men went off for their day’s work, but Griff was soon knocking at my door, insisting I take breakfast with them.
    I dressed and met them in the kitchen. Someone had prepared porridge, and I was thankful for somewhere to keep my gaze as I spooned it into my mouth.
    “Did you sleep well, Katie?” Ari asked.
    My God, what did he expect? After such a shocking night, I could scarcely sleep at all, but the last thing I wanted was to discuss the previous night’s scene, so I nodded, keeping my focus firmly on my spoon.
    “Look at Ari when he speaks to you, please, Katie, and answer with words.”
    My face heated, and I shot a glance at the two men. My embarrassment had made me forget my manners and being reminded of them by Griff just made things worse. When I looked at Ari, his face was kind.
    “My apologies; yes, thank you, I slept fine.”
    “I doubt that’s true, but never mind,” Griff continued. “I’m going to see Pastor Mackay this morning, to register my intention to marry—”
    “But I haven’t agreed.”
    “Let me finish. If my intention to marry is registered, you can remain under our protection at this house. You