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electricity. I didn't love the word, but I didn't mind it coming from him. He said it so proudly. I mouthed the word silently under the desk just as my hand circled in on the target spot and sent shivers of pre-orgasm pleasure through my body.
    I must not!
    I sucked my thumb harder. I could go over the edge, as long as I didn't make a sound. I just had to be careful.
    Mr. Thorne had stopped talking and was just listening to whatever Candy was saying on the other end of the line. His hand started to shake, getting nervous and excited with anticipation, just like my hand was.
    He gripped it tighter around the base and jerked in his chair.
    I imagined that the little thumb in my mouth was actually him, and I dug my fingers against my moist crotch as I pressed down hard on my nub, squeezing myself in my own hand, and sending myself over the edge, all the way over.
    I felt the tingles all the way from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes, the electricity circling my fiery nipples and even my back door, with delicious pleasure.
    My thumb quivered with ecstasy inside my mouth.
    “That was different,” Mr. Thorne said, sounding more authoritative suddenly.
    His solder lay spent, resting on his thigh like a forgotten toy.
    “Have a good day,” he said, his voice suddenly all business.
    Under his desk, mere feet away from his naked lower half, I quivered with the final aftershocks of my deep, satisfying orgasm.
    Have a good day, indeed.
    I knew he'd ended the phone call, because his other hand came down to rest on his thigh, the phone's screen back to black.
    “So weird,” he mused to himself. “I swear I can smell pussy.”
    He pulled some tissues from the box on his desk to tidy up, then stood, and put his boxer shorts and dress pants on again.
    There was a mini-fridge concealed behind a wood panel, and he opened the door and stared at the contents for a long time.
    I'd love a lemonade , I thought. Or a beer. I haven't had a beer in ages, but I'd love one right now. Nothing like a refreshing beer right after a life-affirming orgasm.
    He took out a light beer and cracked it open.
    He crossed the room back toward me, and I held my breath and pulled back as far as I could edge as he reached his feet under the desk to slip the golf shoes back on again.
    Then he turned and left the room.
    The door clicked shut, but I still waited several minutes to be sure the coast was clear before I emerged from under the desk.
    I helped myself to a beer from the mini-fridge. Yes, Mr. Thorne, there actually is a mouse in your office. She's been hiding under your desk and now she's drinking your beer!
    Grace had told me to help myself to the mini-fridge's contents, along with my bagged lunch. I was allowed, but I still felt the thrill of doing something illicit, because I was sure she meant the soda, not the beer. The first sip of beer was incredible, and the second was even better.
    My legs where shaking from all the excitement, and the leather sofa was calling for me to lie down and take a rest, but I still had to get the office tidied up.
    I worked like a speed demon for an hour, then when Grace came to check on me, I zipped out to pick up the supplies at the nearby office supply place.
    The enormous smile never left my face.

PART 3: The Gardener
    It was my third day at the Thorne mansion, and I still didn't know Mr. Thorne's first name, nor what he looked like from the waist up. For the previous two days, Grace had whisked me through to my appointed task room and escorted me back out again, giving me no chance to wander around on my own, finding photos or clues.
    I could have done some more digging online, but after a bath and dinner, I'd gone straight to sleep the night before, crashing out on the vintage teak sofa in the living room, which was quite unlike me. Mr. Thorne's office had put me through my paces, in more ways than one!
    As I parked my car along the side of the mansion, my nipples got hard in anticipation. I peered under my