Chapter Forty
Anya & Rajiv
“He actually went through with it?” Rajiv asked, expression eager as he waited to be full appraised of the day’s events via the Skype link that had proved of such service to both him and the young Indian girl who had bested his manhood and insisted he put himself second to a woman for the first time in his adult life.
It was the evening following the events of the previous day. The same day on which the contrite and eager Rajiv had witnessed just how far his former pupil had taken her erstwhile “Master” from his position as undisputed Lord of his own manor to little more - or, more correctly, less – than the indentured servant of the young Indian housekeeper he had once given less thought than he had to his morning tea.
That there had been no deeds of indentu
