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She fell back on the bed, exhausted as the sounds grew fainter and fainter and died away; she fell asleep in exhaustion. She awoke to Mr. Fullcock unshackling her. He gave her a robe and led her up through the darkness and back into the hallway where he showed her to a shower and gave her a bag with her clothes. After the shower, he gave her an envelope, blindfolded her and took her to the surface once more, and they emerged on a London street where a taxi waited.
She rode to the airport holding a memory stick and a memory night's ritual that she would never forget. The soreness between her legs was satisfying: a sweet revenge. The taste and smell lingered in her memory long after the event, and whenever after she wanted to get herself off, she knew how.
