Chapter Forty Five
A Week Of Events
The week begins uneventfully, our routine repetitive. Humdrum thoughts are punctuated with reflections of Jim’s prospective visit... and plans... instructing Christy to grocery shop, an expensive cut of Chateaubriand to be slowly roasted with a hint of Rosemary will be the main course.
Then on Thursday morning, I step from the den, having watched those cute buttocks circle and circle the corral, and freshen my coffee. When I return, I peer out the window to see there stands a man at the corral gate, observing my naked and cuffed Christy with the libidinous focus of a frat boy at a strip club.
I stay calm, noting that my naked little girl no longer prances... in distress interrupting her exercise and in a state of abject concern remaining stationary
