James positions himself, side-on, to face her. “I believe, Michael, that you should take the lead on this occasion. A little gentle handling is in order, I would say.”
I nod but don’t speak. We understand each other very well for this.
“Charlotte, lie back, Babe. Let me at you.”
James, head propped, fist on cheek, watches as she settles back against the pillow. She moves to take off her nightie, but I catch her wrist with my hand. “No, keep it on. Stay warm.”
Her chest heaves. “I'm so lucky.”
Lucky?
Abducted. Starved. Abused. Humiliated….
Lucky?
But this isn’t the time to dwell on it.
Fully clothed, I lie beside her, slip my hand down and hitch up the hem of her nightgown, not all the way, just enough to be able to reach where I need to. Her thighs and loins exposed, I stroke her:
