Chapter Forty Four
Communication From Jim
Christy works in the kitchen, preparing my weekly gourmet meal. I check my email and a message from friend Jim suggests Friday evening would be a great time to visit.
I reply with my address and directions and inform that in working the afternoon shift at the Institute, dinner would need to be late at 8:00 p.m.
Plan to stay the night so you won’t have to drive back late.
And don’t worry about arriving early, my maid Christy will serve you. (Hope you remain open minded about my thing.)
I hit send. Jim always referenced my penchant for supreme governance over certain subservient males as ‘my thing’, yet did so in a very tolerant manner. Still, in envisioning an evening with a most masculine Jim, I give Christy... her nakedness... my protocol o
