Richard watched Evie leave his office, the deep relaxation of illicit conquest still steeped in his veins. He cocked a half smile and returned to his leather chair. The order he had imposed on the belongings upon the desk had been shattered by their impromptu love-making. Richard went to work collecting writing instruments and putting them into up-righted canisters. The papers he'd collated were scattered -- one was deformed from dampness, being under Evie's heated body when he fucked her. He rather enjoyed seeing the spectacle of their aftermath -- the disheveled evidence of their tryst. Once his belongings had been arranged in proper order, Richard sat back and reached into his pocket. He produced the pair of panties he'd claimed from Evie just minutes earlier. The fact she had not contested his demand made his stomach tingle pleasantly. Richard held the folded garment to his nose and inhaled deeply, also bringing out his phone.<br/><br/>He sent a text.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">RICHARD PRATT</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Norah, darling -- Was wondering if you'd be joining me this evening?</span></span></i><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>"No problem," Norah said. The shit-eating smirk on her face had an evil edge to it, one that vanished when her phone erupted in vibration. She looked down quickly and read the message; she smiles and changed her tune.<br/><br/>"No problem at all," she said, kindly. She unfolded her arms and sat on her bed. "Just wondering when you were going to help out. I've been assigned to walk you through your chores and tasks." She motioned her head toward the closet near the medieval-looking window. "You have three changes of uniform in there. Why don't you get dressed and I'll walk you around?"