Chapter Nine
The champagne has a wonderfully soothing effect. That, and I suppose the day’s exposure to the sun, slow my pen. After an hour, and three glasses of golden effervescence, my thoughts return to Ming. Having a naked young woman, secured in my closet and humbly kneeling in wait for my command, is distracting.
I concede to compassion and open the closet door. Ming is kneeling in what appears to be a required pose, head bowed, knees widely parted, arms resting on her thighs with palms up. When she humbly raises her eyes to look at me, I motion her into the room and point to the padded leather footstool.
She seems to smile as she walks to the familiar piece of furniture and anticipating my wishes she kneels, places her abdomen on the center, and arches her back thus placing her
