Chapter One - Charles
How could such a perfect scheme go so awry?
As I obediently heel, vigorously shuffling on all fours to stay in position at the precise location behind Miss Ashley’s right side, listening to the humiliating chiming of my testicle bells, I reflect back. Occasionally glancing upwards under Miss Ashley’s flowing skirt, I catch glimpses of the fine smooth pink flesh about which I first fantasized some five years ago. Miss Ashley is known to forgo undergarments when relaxing with friends and the view from down here, head and shoulders just above the level of her knee, brings memories.
It is New York, 1997. A fine spring day in Battery Park I am enduring the drudgery of apprenticing in the legal profession after many years studying at Columbia University School of Law. I
