Victoria strode off to find Mrs Jolyon, whom she thought would probably be in the kitchen with the boiler man. Indeed, she was. Victoria opened the kitchen door to find Mrs Jolyon on her back across the pine table, her drawers on the floor and her skirts up around her chest. The boiler man’s trousers were round his ankles and he was pumping hard.
Victoria looked in horror at the sight. She knew some boys and girls at the orphanage did it though she had not. She was shocked to see her employer in this position and thought about kind Mr Jolyon so far away. She did not know what to do. Had Mrs Jolyon seen her? If not, she could pretend that she never saw anything. Then her eyes met those of Mrs Jolyon.
‘Oh my God, not again!’ screamed Mrs Jolyon.
Victoria slammed the door and stood in the hallway, wondering what on earth she was going to do.
Flustered, Mrs Jolyon burst out of the kitchen, now fully clothed. ‘Come with me, Victoria, I need to talk to you.’
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