Chapter 4
Now that the total pleasure was past, Shana lay there, feeling completely helpless, not knowing what to think or do. The pride she'd had in maintaining her virginal status was totally destroyed. The worst part was, she had enjoyed it, and David knew she had enjoyed it.
He had permitted her to belt on a robe after she had taken a long shower, ostensibly to wash him out of her and wash his touch from her body. In reality she had tried scourging herself with hot water in order to punish herself for what she had done.
When Shana emerged from the bathroom, David was already dressed.
"I'll be back tomorrow," he told her.
"You mean you actually think I'll be here tomorrow?" she asked.
"Of course you'll be here tomorrow," he smiled. "Shana, my love, where can you go? Any country that will permit you entry has deportation agreements with the U.S. and England. You can't get away unless you return to Northern Ireland. Do you think you'd be able to live the way they're living over there right now? Besides, if you do go there, and I tell the authorities, your bank accounts will be confiscated. All that ill-gotten gain will be gone. I don't think you'd be able to bear up under that. You'll be here."
"How do I know you'll keep your word?" she asked. "What assurances do I have when the seven times are up that you'll leave me alone?"
"You have my word," he told her. "My word is my bond."
"All right," she nodded. "I suppose I'll have to trust you."
"Good," he smiled. "You won't be sorry."
"I'm already sorry," she told him. "And sore."
"The soreness will pass," he assured her. "I'll be back sometime tomorrow. Sleep well until then."
The moment he was gone, Shana was thinking. First, she would have to transfer her money from U.S. banks to Swiss banks. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but if David was able to gain such power over her, even if he did keep his word, what was there to keep someone else from gaining the same power.
But even the transfer of money would have to wait. She didn't dare trust anyone else to get her a numbered account in a Swiss bank. In order for her to do it, it would mean flying out of the U.S. That, in turn, would mean she would be gone for at least a day. So David would be looking for her, and if he didn't find her, he might make things more than a little difficult for her. No, she had to suffer through six more deviate encounters with him, and after, she would secure her accounts. She had worked long and hard for that money. Shana offered no excuses any longer. Whatever she did, she did for her own benefit. She worked for herself because no one else would work for her. She asked for nothing from anyone, and so offered nothing to anyone. Yet David had taken her single most cherished possession from her, her virginity. What was worse was the fact that he made her like it. How she hated him for it. Someday, somehow, she would make him suffer for it.
But for now, she had to protect herself. The best way to protect herself was to make David think he was getting to her. He had to believe she was falling in love with that horrible stick wedged between his thighs. Hypocritical? Perhaps. But he was going to fuck her once in the name of hypocrisy, anyway, so she felt justified. But she did call Swissair and make reservations for herself on an outgoing flight in a week-and-a-half. By then, David would have used up his seven opportunities.