Chapter Nine
Rajiv & Anya
Almost seven months on from taking up her employment in his home, Anya Jalav was at her computer in the quarters above the garage; deep into the lunchtime half of her daily “Progress reports”, as Rajiv described them; though, and as per usual, it was old news her mentor seemed to enjoy making her relive:
“When I entered his bedroom that first morning,” she began; her mentor’s most recent instigation of this umpteenth revisiting of the memory, prompting restless fingers to work her cunny through the fabric of her panties; “you would have thought from his expression that a stranger had entered bearing toast and tea.”
“Did he comment?”
“No.”
“How did you dress?” Rajiv probed, prior awareness of the answer not diluting his eagerness to picture it coming from the
