Chapter Fifteen
My Feminine Side
Events turned decidedly more bizarre after the Countess returned from her rendezvous with Schisslinger. She showered in a half-bath off the other side of her bedroom. She and Dr. Khachaturian, giggling like schoolgirls at a pajama party, approached the full-bath where I’d lain soaking in my own urine for nearly an hour. Their levity usually meant bad things for me.
It didn’t improve my mood when I saw they were actually wearing pajamas.
Dr. Khachaturian handed me a large plastic bag for my clothes, including shoes. Countess Vronsky smacked me around for letting the faucet run, even though she’d ordered me not to touch it. When I’d shed my clothes and stood naked in the tub, Dr. Khachaturian put the bag against the wall for me to remove later. The Counte
