Chapter Fifteen
I return to my room to change to lighter clothing. Ming is not to be seen until I open the closet door. There ‘she’ kneels in her obsequious pose, head bowed with upturned palms on well spread thighs. I wonder if she hears me enter the room then assumes the trained position of acquiescence. It is difficult to otherwise comprehend how she can maintain such an unusual position on the hard wood floor.
I just nod and wordlessly close the door. Something brings a smile to my face. Is it knowing that Ming along with the footstool and cane await my return? That after a glorious day of riding in the sun, I will be decadently sipping Champagne while the genderless, hairless, naked form squirms about on the smooth leather hassock?
My own thoughts begin to concern me as I proceed t
