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vibrated against him
with a feverish urgency, like a plucked violin string, and he kept his hand
pressed hard against her cunt as if the pressure of his hand was the only thing
keeping her orgasm locked inside her body.
    “Whoa!” the driver called and the
carriage rocked to a stop.
    The Doctor removed his mouth from hers
and Miss Carnovan sank back into the leather cushions, her legs twitching.
    “We’re here,” he said as he glanced
out at the tall, dark brick townhouse, now wreathed in fog. “And not a moment
too soon. Can you walk?”
    April let go of him and sat up, suddenly
self-conscious but still trembling with need. She brushed a lock of her golden
hair out of her face and said, “Yes. I think so. As long as it isn’t far. Oh
Doctor, I feel so weak!”
    “It isn’t far,” he said.
    He helped her out of the coach and
handed some bills to the driver. It was far more than the trip was worth and
the driver was still tipping his hat and thanking him effusively as the Doctor
put his arm around the shaking girl and led her in through the iron gate. There
was a small garden in front, and a brass plaque that bore the inscription “The
Mabeuse Institute”.
    He unlocked the massive front door and
led her in through the foyer. April hardly noticed her surroundings as she
leaned heavily against him. Thick carpets and rich draperies, art on the walls,
the ticking of a grandfather clock. He guided her into a richly furnished front
parlor and sat her down on a tufted sofa.
    “You’re faint,” he said, feeling her
cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin was hot and flushed. “Loosen your
clothes and try to relax. I’ll fetch you something to drink.”
    “Please, Doctor,” she said, seizing
hold of his hand. “I know what it is I need now. Please…”
    “I know what you’re thinking,” he said
firmly. “But trust me, it’s not that simple, Miss Carnovan. Now breathe deeply
and try to relax. I’ll fetch you some sherry.”
    His own hands were shaking when he
went to the sideboard and lifted the stopper from the decanter. Never in his
career had he seen a woman reach such a state of such extreme sexual arousal so
quickly before, and it affected him deeply. This young lady might be just the
one he was looking for: the perfect subject for his research.
    He half-filled a small glass with
sherry, then blocked her view with his body as he took a packet of white powder
from a silver box and sprinkled it into her drink. He filled her glass and
poured one for himself, then swirled her glass as the powder dissolved. A mild
hypnotic and sexual stimulant. It might be cruel, but he had to know.
    “Doctor, I must apologize. My behavior
in the coach…”
    “Not a word about it, my dear. All
perfectly natural. Your drink, my dear. Now drink it down. All of it. It
fortifies the blood.”
    She raised the ruby liquid to her lips
and sipped, then sipped again. The Doctor watched as she drained the tiny glass,
then he tossed off his own drink. He glanced at the clock to note the time.
    “I’ve been perfectly awful,” she said.
“This is so embarrassing.”
    “Nonsense,” he said, taking the glass
from her fingers. “It’s a good thing you came to me when you did. Yours is a
very serious case. Another few days, and who knows what might have happened.”
    “What you must think of me!” she said.
“And I assure you I’m not like that at all. I’ve never even kissed a man, not
before tonight. I’m still a virgin.”
    He smiled at her. “I know you are, my
dear. And therein lies your problem.”
    Her eyes widened and she looked at
him.
    “Then that means the cure must be…”
She colored furiously, but he noticed with satisfaction that she didn’t
outright reject what she was about to say.
    “That is one way,” he said. “But with
the average male’s total lack of understanding of a woman’s needs, that might
avail you nothing. Unless it were with the right man.”
    April kept her eyes down and the
Doctor