Teena Thyme (Teena Thyme - Erotic Time Traveller) by Jennifer Jane Pope

Author:Jennifer Jane Pope [Pope, Jennifer Jane]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Chimera eBooks
Published: 2012-09-21T04:00:00+00:00

13.

By the time I finally awoke the atmosphere inside the confines of my stall was becoming quite stuffy. Despite the vent gaps high in the walls, the soft leather skin inside which I was confined did nothing to help my comfort.

I let my eyes flick open momentarily and quickly appraised the situation, but nothing seemed to have changed while I slept and if Erik the Viking was still beyond the half section door he was keeping very quiet about it. I sucked reluctantly against my gag, swallowing the awful tasting saliva that had gathered in my mouth and wondering how it was that I had managed not to choke while asleep and then closed my eyes again and lay still, listening as best I could, given that the hide over my ears muffled all sounds anyway.

Eventually, I assumed, Mr Scandinavia would have to come in to check my situation, but there seemed little point in drawing his attention to me too soon. I was thirsty and I would need a drink before long, but for the moment I wanted to take stock and this was the first opportunity I'd had of that for some time. Things did not look good, but that was both an obvious and simplistic conclusion and I needed to be slightly more analytical and systematic about things than that.

I began making a mental list...

Point One: Gregory Hacklebury and his cohorts thought I was Angelina and having Angelina as his wife was mucho important to the sadistic bastard. Exactly how much my/Angelina's estate was worth I had no idea, but even a few tens of thousands of pounds was worth a lot more back now.

Point Two: I wasn't actually legally married to Hacklebury - that was to say Angelina wasn't legally married to him, but given my present predicament that much subtlety didn't seem to matter in the equation.

Point Three: Despite having the doppelganger go through the wedding ceremony and a bent vicar to conduct it, Hacklebury must still have a very good reason for keeping me alive; something this other girl couldn't perform for him. Or was keeping me alive just a safety valve?

Point Four: Whatever reasons Hacklebury had for not just slitting my throat and dropping me down the nearest well, my continued existence did not please Meg and, whilst it was probably a toss up as to which of them was furthest from touching base with sanity, there was little doubt in my mind that the supposed maidservant was far less logical. My presence and Hacklebury's possible continued intimacy with me would be acting like a sharp thorn in her clitoris and I wouldn't have put it past her to arrange some sort of 'accident' in order to get me out of the frame.

Point Six: The way I had now been so efficiently incapacitated was not the work of amateurs and, if my continued survival was important, my continuing comfort clearly was not. I tried to flex my hands inside the confining gloves and tight mitts and grimaced around my gag.

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