Chapter Twenty
Rajiv Reflective
Sprawled across his sofa, the Bollywood pot-boiler playing itself out on his new flat screen television no more than an unacknowledged montage of sodium images, Rajiv found himself picturing the drama being played out across the world in Cornwall and imagining the events unfolding as he waited –with no great patience- for the nightly Skype session with his partner in perversion.
As was his custom, he had insisted Anya omit nothing when describing the moment her “Master” bent the knee to serve at the feet of his horse-featured young compatriot and, as always, her powers of description –in terms more prosaic than lyrical; though no less… exciting for all that- did not leave him wanting.
Just as they had agreed after she had Skyped to let him know of Lamber
