Chapter Fifty Two
To Objectify
It was with great curiosity that on one given session of dance instruction, I stepped down to the basement to see that after many minutes of stretching, Ms. Montaigne had my naked Christy lying supine on a low table. Her arms were poised straight out to the left and right even with the shoulders, palms downward. With great effort the legs were widely spread as well, similarly jutting well to the left and right at the hips. Ms. Montaigne, as always, insisted the toes be pointed, feet curled at the instep.
Christy labored, muscles straining to counter the effects of gravity. Ms. Montaigne in turn calmly stood at the end of the table, swagger stick gently jostling the testicles as a reminder of the quick discipline to be meted should gravity indeed overcome
