Eileen arrives

You put your clothes on, carefully retying your tie. Meghan makes no move to dress as she watches you, standing naked except for necklace and earrings.

"You can dress," you tell her.

"Are you ordering me to dress, sir?"

"No," you tell her, slightly bemused. "Do you want to be naked when your mother arrives?"

"Yes sir. I want her to see me. I want her to see me naked. I want to be naked when I tell her that I'm your whore."

You nod, thoughtfully, and stroke her face with a gentleness that seems to move her. She turns her face to kiss your hand. "I am your whore, aren't I sir? I am your slut?"

"At least until Friday," you answer. She nods with stoic acceptance.

You open your office door part way and sit behind your desk and Meghan kneels beside you, naked, hugging your leg and resting her head against your thigh. She seems at peace, as though some conflict has been resolved.

She is still in that position when her mother bursts in, glaring at you. She takes a furious step towards you, then sees Meghan kneeling naked by your knee. Her face darkens with shock and uncertainty.

"Shut the door Mrs. Cassidy. What's on your mind?"

Not speaking, glaring at both you and Meghan she shuts the door and stalks back towards you.

"Meghan! Put your clothes on!" Your secretary makes no move except to press herself more tightly against your legs.

"And you! What have you done to this poor child? When I tell Daddy, you'll be fired! You'll be arrested! She's a child! And you, you silly bitch, get dressed, we're leaving. What you're thinking making phone calls like that as this monster degrades you I can't imagine. Daddy will see to this, this, this person," she hisses at you.