Chapter Six
Favorite Fetishes
Kurt shot his classic red Corvette through Baltimore’s busy traffic, refusing to concede a single mile per hour to the streets lined on either side with cars parked in front of row houses. He used his horn in lieu of brakes when something or someone popped into his path.
When he got to Dr. Lila Krafft’s street, blessed with a tree-lined median, he expertly parallel parked his Vette in the first available space. He suspected that the attractive neighborhood was dotted with home offices, like Lila’s.
Dr. Krafft greeted him at the door. She stood nearly as tall as he and exuded elegance. But her nearly violet eyes, black hair, and white skin gave her an air of cold beauty. She looked a few years older than he, perhaps forty. Small touches of gray reinforced
