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Teran's face shows no sign of recognition. I'm not surprised; I know that
I look very different from when he saw me last. Make-up and hair style can
make an amazing difference to a woman's appearance. And then there's the
little - or not so little - matter of my pregnancy which, as well as the
obvious change, has made my face a little thinner and my tits quite a bit
bigger. (It's been so long that I heard anyone refer to "breasts" that
it's become second nature for me to call them "tits".)
I try not to let my face betray my own surprise at seeing Teran. I'm not sure whether to hope that he continues to be ignorant of my true identity or to tell him who I am. I very much doubt that he could rescue me, especially in my current very gravid condition, which has reduced my mobility to an ungainly waddle. Also I would feel ashamed if he or anyone else from "before" should discover what fate has befallen me. Especially if Don were to find out, and Teran might well tell him. Besides, I've grown used to this life now and, though I don't exactly enjoy it, I don't feel anything like the depth of revulsion or despair that I used to. Madam Scarlet and the other girls are friendly enough, and at least I get regular meals and a roof over my head. But if I do nothing my baby will be taken away from me immediately it is born, which is a powerful argument. Had Sir John introduced me as "Hari", Teran might have realised who I am, even though it's a common enough name here. However Gustav sent word to Madam Scarlet that first day, to say that the punters were not to know my true name. That was presumably just in case word should somehow get back to my friends that an unusually pale-skinned girl by the name of Hari was working here. So John tells Teran: "This is Nicky, the girl I told you about. She's very - um - talented, and a real sweetie too. Nicky, this is Teran, a friend of mine." "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine," I say.
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