CHARLOTTE
I can't help myself. As Ben bursts into the room, I shriek. It's not exactly fear. Not exactly protest or surprise. I'm not sure what it is, but I shriek.
My Master reacts instantly, almost launching himself upright to face Ben. There is a clatter as, in his haste, he knocks over a side-table, taking a lamp with it which lands on the floor with a crash.
And in a move that, even in the emergency of the moment strikes me as sweet, he snatches at the sheet, tossing it over me and covering my nakedness.
"Get the f**k out of here, Ben! Who d'you think you...."
Ben is not listening, screaming abuse, fists curled tight. "You w***e! You've barely been married any time and you're already f*****g my brother's so-called best friend...."
Pulling the sheet around myself I tumble out of
