Chapter Thirty-One
It’s Wednesday, I call Alice and confirm that Jack’s new party attire is ready... thick leather collar, brief togas. Alice suggests an 11:00 a.m. fitting, and to leave her thirty minutes to sew in place the collar.
In giving thought to Jack’s antics of late Saturday, offering himself to a game of naked roulette in terms of having his deviant propensity discovered, I decide to, in the parlance of wagering, up the ante.
We’ll be departing after the morning rush hour. Whether or not Theresa is at the security desk I do not know. If not, then I may have to arrange for Jack to cleanse another bathroom. For on this journey, I am going to remove Jack’s c**k cage.
Not for long, but what would seem to be merciful relief will keep Jack unsteady, constantly the object of a wom
