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</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">While Rikkie was turning, when she was facing away from Miss Corne, Rikkie felt Miss Corne's hands come to rest on her shoulders.  Rikkie felt paralyzed and wanted to run away, but she couldn't move!  She wanted to protest, but she couldn't find her voice!<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Ethan?"</span> Miss Corne querried, but Rikkie couldn't answer.  Then Rikkie felt Miss Corne's finger begin to rhythmically tap on her right shoulder.  She spoke again, saying, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"He'd better hurry up..."</span> Rikkie felt Miss Corne's hands slide towards the back of her neck, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"or we'd have a very wet Ethan soon."</span><br/>
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Rikkie's heart nearly skipped a beat as Miss Widcombe's assistant began gently stroking and manipulating Rikkie's hair.  She must have thought that maids shouldn't be walking about with their hair down and decided to remedy the situation herself.  Rikkie managed to relax a little while Miss Corne shaped Rikkie's hair into what Miss Corne thought a maid's hair ought to look like.  Rikkie submitted.<br/>
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While Miss Corne worked on Rikkie's hair, there was a flash of lightning that made Rikkie shudder slightly.  Miss Corne, still with her hands in Rikkie's hair, calmly counted the three seconds until the sound of the thunder reached the mansion.  Shortly after the thunder came a second flash and the older woman managed to count to the number two before the thunder sounded.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Is there anyone outside?"</span> Miss Corne asked, her voice seeming slightly shaky.<br/>
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Before Rikkie could answer a third bolt of lightning crashed down, very close, filling the mansion with blinding light through the windows, and the thunder shook the air along with the flash!  She felt Miss Corne's hands released her hair and clutched at her shoulders.  She felt Miss Corne's fear join with her own.  Rikkie knew the science behind lightning and thunder, but it was still very scary when it was this close!  They both stood still, perhaps thinking that the lightning wouldn't notice them if they didn't move.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"Audrey!"</span> came a raised voice from behind them that Rikkie soon recognized as Miss Widcombe's.  Soon, Miss Widcombe was berating Miss Corne about not giving her mistress an accurate weather report.  Rikkie was suddenly glad that she'd likely be leaving the mansion and not working for Miss Widcombe.  Then Miss Widcombe went to open the door, but she couldn't open it.  Miss Widcombe then turned to Rikkie, with wide anger in her eyes! <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)"> "Have you locked the door?"</span> she asked Rikkie.<br/>
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Rikkie shrank back, frightened and fearfully shook her head, 'no'.  She could see the button on the doorknob wasn't in the lock position and the knob on the deadbolt was also not engaged.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"It should be unlocked,"</span> she timidly managed to say.<br/>
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Again, Rikkie wanted to run away and again she found that she could not.</span>