Chapter Four
Slavery 101
Next Wednesday evening at eight o’clock she stood in front of the door of his apartment. He had called her Sunday evening, and after asking her how she was, invited her to come this evening. Actually it seemed more like an order. He had also asked for her shoe size, which struck her as odd. Perhaps he intended some gift.
It was a warm evening and she was dressed in a similar manner to last Saturday. During the subway ride uptown she had felt mounting trepidation. A few days ago he had done things to her that in retrospect were embarrassing, even humiliating. She recalled her overwrought state beforehand, and that she had been drinking, and had also been stoned. But she was sober now. As he opened the door and said hello, she had trouble meeting his gaze. He gave
