Chapter Twenty-Two
He was the strangest and funniest little man Kelli had ever seen. His skin was old, yellow and wrinkled, but the pigtail hanging down his back was shiny black. A double-sleeved, blue silk robe, embroidered with golden dragons and red fireflies, flowed around his body like ocean waves, and a green pillbox hat sat atop his head.
He bowed gracefully. Translucent pools surrounding amber eyes genuflected slowly toward her feet. Kelli quickly copied his manner. She had become expert at submitting to men. Intuitively she understood his interest, his desire to f**k her. She could see it on his face just as she had seen it on Aloysius Sand’s face the morning Charles had hauled her back to Promus and the Chicago street corner.
“Missy, you to follow instruction, please.”
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