She was torn between memories of being in Michael’s arms and the final threat from Mrs Trowbridge hanging over her. Could Michael really like her? she asked the darkness. She knew she had changed since she had first come to Few Farm. Good food and fresh air had made her grow and fill out in all the right places. Lying in her narrow bed, she ran her hands down her body, feeling the soft mound of her breasts, the tautness of her stomach and the growing pubic hair. She wished it were Michael’s hands caressing her and at the mere thought a thrill of excitement gripped her, tingled in her groin. She gave a groan as she turned on her side and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. By the morning, she might well be gone from the farm. Maybe she would never see Michael again. ‘She’s going nowhere, Harriet. And if you’ll take my advice, you’ll let the three of them go to the village dance tonight. What harm can it do, for Heaven’s sake?
