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VortexChapter 9
Wendy knocked on Tim's bedroom door and walked in. He was sitting on his bed in his underpants looking thoroughly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, Wendy," he said. "I had such trouble with my trousers that I decided against pyjamas." She smiled brightly. "Don't worry, Mr Richards. I'm not." She collected the ointment from his bathroom and hopped up onto the bed on his left. She ran a warm, soft hand over his shoulder. "Where does it start hurting?" She pressed a little...