Chapter Thirty Two
Learning
Sunday evening I sit before my computer reviewing Christy’s email. Quite the prevaricator. The whole month of August before the semester began, there are almost daily emails... to her parents describing the make believe sights of the faux bus trip... to Madam beseeching appointments, in graphic terms describing the intensity of a prior session... in more graphic terms suggesting Female dominant activities for another.
A vicarious existence for some four weeks... until the money ran out. That is all that stopped Christopher Worthington from more and more visits, more and more of the narcotic that nearly terminated her education.
I have Christy standing at attention, what will soon become a stress position, quite alarmed as I read, occasionally quoting out lou
