An Awkward Situation

I'm relieved that, judging by what he has said, he doesn't appear to have noticed the missing page. At the same time I'm worried that, in his own home, he may want to go rather farther than he did at the club. I suppose that if the worst came to the worst I could walk out. After all, I already have obtained the evidence that I wanted (so long as I can pick it up again unobserved). But walking out could get the club into trouble, which I would feel rather guilty about, and it would also mean that I wouldn't get paid for my evening's work. But my biggest problem would be the one that dissuaded me from slipping away just now: having to walk a long way home on my own in the dark, for I doubt that in the circumstances Gustav would provide a coach for me.

So I walk over with him to the table where he had been sitting with a few of his cronies. He sits and then points at his lap. I gingerly take my place there.

1. He doesn't do anything improper, but resumes talking to his friends.
2. He doesn't do anything improper, but talks to me.
3. He fondles my thigh as he had done back at the club.
4. "I don't think that your top is quite dry yet," he says. "Perhaps you should remove it. We wouldn't want you catching a chill." Though it is couched as a suggestion, I realise that he expects me to comply.
5. "Why don't you take off your shoes," he says. "and let your feet rest for a while?" I suspect that he wants to check what I am keeping inside one of them. That suits me.

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