The expensive shower gel selected from her vanity case had been specially purchased for this occasion. She breathed in its' perfume deeply, hoping it would transport her for a short time back to a place where she could again feel private and in control again. Even this plan failed. She tried to atone by she scrubbing herself until it hurt.

In the bedroom, Peter regretted having to send Sarah out of the room. But his responsibility for the systems integrity of the computer was enormous and security was either complete or non-existent - there was no in between.

"Goodness only knows what they were thinking of, Sarah", he commented through the door. "There's nothing at all wrong with the system. You can be sure that I'll make them sorry when I get back next week."

He logged off and returned the portable computer to her over night bag. Sarah padded out of the shower room wrapped head to foot in cream towelling. The job she came here to do was complete. There was no longer any reason to stay. Now she only had to escape as quickly as possible.

It was not to be. Aroused in the after shock of the moment and, luxuriating in feelings of relief that the problem was solved. Peter reached for her again. He delved within the soft folds of her towels and drew her on top of him.

"Whoa, I've only just showered", she complained.

His mouth prevented any further words. His arms held her tightly. To resist might make him suspicious, she had no escape. Bile rose in her throat. With renewed dread, she turned away from him onto her side. His breath between her shoulder blades sent tingles down her spine. A brief pause as he prepared himself and then she felt him snuggle close and thrust at her.

"Mm that feels good", he grunted as he felt her softness fold around him.

In the twilight of the room Sarah's eyes focussed determinedly on her portable computer in the corner of the room. It was the whole reason she was here. Still infected with the youth's computer viruses, it contained her hope for the future.

In the distance, she heard his breathing shorten, felt his thrusts wrench at her. Unclenching her fists, she forced herself to relax and waited for the nightmare to end. Waited for him to finish.



Later, after he had fallen into a noisy and deep sleep, she got up and sat for a while beside the bed watching him. He looked innocent and maybe not too bad looking - in a serious sort of way – although not Sarah's type.

Anyway, she loved her husband. He would be deeply asleep too at this time. She imagined how hurt he would be if he knew she was here. Tears came again into her eyes. Her insides felt hurt and bruised. If only there had been another way but the job was done. The viruses had been released. The end had to have justified the means.

Resolving to be up and out before Peter woke, she slipped back onto the far edge of the bed and finally fell into a troubled sleep.



But the next thing she knew was the sound of a teacup being placed down on the bedside table by her head.

"Nice cup of tea, dear", said a voice that she recognised. It was the sympathetic lady from the previous night. Dressed now in overalls and apron, she was clearly part of the room cleaning arrangements.

Sipping the hot tea, Sarah contemplated her good fortune. The lady was busying herself in the en-suite with her cleaning duties.

Peter had wakened now but was looking less happy.