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at the instruction of another woman!
    She raced off ahead of Richard, angry now and desperate to get home and
get to the toilet. She turned into the drive and through the darkness saw a car
sat waiting outside the house. She stood in the rain looking at it and, as
Richard arrived by her side, the door of the car opened and out stepped Claire.
She held up a large black leather bag.
    “I’ve finished the minutes and I thought I’d drop them over.”
    Karen stood with her hands on her face trying to hide her blushing
cheeks.
    “Karen, you look rather flustered?” Claire said.
    “She’s a bit annoyed about being caught out in the rain.” Richard said.
“Now, those papers I took home. I read them on the bus and……….”
    Karen was stupefied. Richard launched into a long conversation with
Claire and as the pair talked she realised that Richard had the keys to the
house. She tried to interrupt but he ignored her.
    Finally, clutching her abdomen and legs crossed tightly she said loudly
“I really do need to go into the house Richard! I’m desperate!”
    But still he ignored her.
    She tried to take the keys from his pocket but he pulled away. And then
suddenly she could help herself no more. As Claire spoke about needing to
establish an account with a new group of city solicitors her words faltered.
Karen gasped and grimaced as her resistance gave way and a stream of urine
gushed from between her legs, splattering over her boots onto the gravel of the
driveway. She stood infant like as the stream
continued to flow for more than a minute while Richard and Claire looked on.
    Finally, the stream coming to an intermittent trickle down the inside
of her legs, Karen stood staring down at her feet, her bedraggled hair hanging
in dripping lifeless strands, tears rolling down her cheeks.
    In silence Richard fished into his coat pocket and held out the keys to
her. She snatched them from him and ran into the house. She ran up to the
bedroom and shut the door. Throwing herself down in a chair she unzipped the
boots and pulled them off. She stood and undid the raincoat, frantic angry
fingers tearing at the awkward buttons. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and
Richard and Claire walked in.
    She wanted to scream at them but no sound came from her.
    “I think we should help her out of those dirty things.” Claire said
emphasising the word dirty.
    Karen was frozen to the spot as Claire dropped her bag to the floor and
came over to her and began undoing the buttons to the coat.
    “I really don’t know what to say.” Richard said. “She is an
embarrassment. She really doesn’t know how to behave in public.”
    Claire finally sprang free the last button and pulled open the coat.
    “Why I never! She really is pitiful Richard.
Such small tits! I’m not one to boast about my own good fortune, but really.
How do you cope Richard?” She said mockingly. “Barely a hand full.”
    Karen felt her knees go weak. Claire pulled the nylon coat free of her
arms and stood back to observe her with an expression of pure contempt.
    “What do you look like?” She asked of Karen. “I don’t know how
Richard copes. You blatantly dress like a slut. You have shaven off your pubic
hair like a cheap whore and you have the audacity to just piss yourself
wherever you stand!”
    “I also understand that she answers the door to deliverymen in
see-through underwear and changes in the bedroom when the window cleaner is
there at the window, pretending she hasn’t seen him.” Richard added with
disgust.
    “But you, you told me….” Karen started.
    “I think” Claire interrupted “that you really need to get a grip of her
Richard and teach her some etiquette.”
    “I know.” Richard said with a sigh. “What shall I do. ”
    “Well a good thrashing wouldn’t do any harm. My father did it to me and
it didn’t do me a jot of harm ” Claire said with a twinkle in her eye. Karen didn’t like the look of that
twinkle. It was all very obvious now.