“I suppose Patrick failed to familiarize you with the videophones which are set up around the manor?” he said. “Well, that's all right. I'm sure you'll come to understand how they work soon. In the interim, yes, I can see you quite clearly, so you might want to, er, cover yourself somewhat if you're feeling modest.” She was so stunned, so mortified she couldn't accept it. Hannah could only stare at the screen in disbelief. “Not that I mind, really. You have quite a beautiful body. It's good to know you're responsible enough to keep a good exercise regime, what with you being occupied in a rather sedentary occupation. I respect people who take care of their bodies.” Hannah screamed and threw herself out of bed, tumbling to the floor, out of sight of the TV, then scrambled on hands and knees around behind it, eyes wide, face turning beet red as the full enormity of what had happened sank into her horrified mind. He hadn't merely seen her naked! Oh no, he had seen her masturbating!
