Chapter Fourteen
As expected, the bath awaits, as does a pleasant but imposing Miss Marsha... fully clothed, neatly attired in beige slacks and white cotton blouse. I offer greetings. In return she inquires.
“Before bath time, do you have something to tell me, Andy?”
I am perplexed. My look of confusion earns a look of rebuke.
“Have you been comporting yourself as directed... about the house?”
Wife Linda and Miss Marsha no doubt communicate. I quickly realize, I am to confess the transgression of wearing clothing in my wife’s presence.
“Ah, well... it doesn’t feel right... you know... not having anything to...”
“To wear. You need to acclimate, Andy. Show respect for the woman of the house. There are women of a certain ilk who enjoy seeing a man... a beta male... locked in chastity.
