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Andrew calls for the family doctor and the man comes running down the stairs as fast as he can. Andrew unzips his pants and drops them to his feet. Andrea turns away—she doesn’t want to see what he has between his legs. She can hear the doctor gasp as he examines Andrew and she wonders if she’s done permanent damage. The doctor speaks quietly and she strains her ears to hear. He seems to be telling Andrew to avoid s****l activity for the next two weeks. Andrea exhales with relief. I’m safe for the next two weeks, she thinks. If only I’d hit him harder, then I’d never have to deal with his disgusting advances again. She waits until she hears the zipper of his pants and the clink of bis buckle before turning back around. A bodyguard leads him to the living room, and he sits down on the l