Free The Dolocher by European P. Douglas

get you ok? We can’t have just anyone wandering the halls here.”
    “Yes, ok.”
    As you can imagine more wonders awaited Kate when she went into the bathroom but we needn’t go into that here. She sank into the hot water of the bath and sank her head beneath the surface. No one else had used this water. She was in fresh, clean hot water, and she loved the feel of it against her body. She watched as her skin grew pink from the heat and she washed with the soaps that had been left out for her. She ran her frothy fingers through her hair and cleansed it as many times as she could without getting cramp in her hand and then finally she got out and dried herself with towels she would kill a person to be able to use all of the time.
    She put on the bedclothes, and she came back into the bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was so excited at what she saw. She had never looked so fresh in her life, and she was could smell the beautiful aromas of the soaps on her skin and in her hair. She looked around and seeing that there was no one who could see her she ran and jumped onto the bed in excitement.
    She sank into it, and it felt great and so comfortable but oddly the first thing that came into her head was that this bed would terrible to make love in. You would sink in too much, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything that you needed to. She put the thought out of her mind, determined to live in the present and to feel the moment she was in. She cleared a little space for herself at one side of the bed and she wrapped a blanket around her and soon she could feel the warmth of her body, and she drifted off to sleep.
    She was awoken a few hours later by the same maid who had seen her in that morning.
    “Come on, up you get, lunch is in fifteen minutes.” Kate stretched out and then the feeling of the bed reminded her where she was. She sat bolt upright and hoped she had not done anything wrong.
    “What do I have to do?” she asked the maid with pleading eyes
    “Getting dressed would be a good start,” the maid said.
    When she had done this, putting on the new clothes that the maid had brought for her (they were nothing fancy just a little more expensive than the clothes she would have herself anyway)she was escorted back down the stairs and into one of the rooms she had passed this morning. She felt so fresh, and her body wanted to stretch out and enjoy the spacious surroundings.
    Mr Edwards was at a table in this dining room reading a large newspaper. He glanced up as she came in, but he did not stand and nor did he say anything before looking back at his paper. Kate didn’t know what to do and when she looked at the maid for advice the maid did not look at her but faced her master with an indifferent look on her face. After a time, Edwards folded the paper and looked at them both.
    “Thanks, that will be all,” and at this the maid left the room without a word. “Sit down,” he then said to Kate indicating a chair at the table.
    “Thank you,” she said and sat.
    “I expect you are hungry?” he said lifting lids of the silver dishes that were spread about the table “take what you like” Kate was stunned to see much at one meal, and only for two people. She again thanked him and took some meat that she did not recognise and put it on her plate. She looked at the cutlery and saw that the table had settings for eight people but that where she sat was a little different to the others. At all the other places there were numerous knives, forks and spoons of differing sizes but at hers there was a single knife, fork and spoon.
    “It is just to make it less confusing for you dear,” Edwards said obviously noticing what she was looking at which embarrassed her.
    He stood up and took her plate and filled it with food from each of the steaming dishes and then placed it back in front of her. It was more food than she had ever seen on one plate in her life, equivalent to a week’s dinners she would normally