Chapter Six:
Fingers Trapped in a Chinese Puzzle
She saw his arm reach over her shoulder and push open the lady’s room door. His long fingers suggesting the length of his p***s. Clarice felt a tingle seeing them and swept the space quickly with her eyes as they stepped inside. He locked the door behind his back, and she leaned against the bamboo wall opposite in the twilight. She expertly read his sinewy body cues. They may not have had a language in common, but his message was clear.
The slats in the bamboo cut the space into lines of light and shadow. Deep black where things could hide, perfect for discovery by touch alone, bright light to reveal. Her white teeth (a beacon) called him, but she stepped forward instead, tilting her head, and pointing her still covered n*****s upward. He
