I didn’t have to speculate for long. A few minutes later the elevator tinged and I looked towards it expectantly. The doors opened and I felt a wave of disappointment. It was only some skinny little woman with a sharp nose, saggy breasts, and too much body hair. She looked like a witch—and come to think of it, in the present context, that’s probably what she was. So scratch this one as an object of s****l fantasy. Never mind—five out of six isn’t bad.
A few moments later the elevator chimed again, and the doors slid open to reveal the tall, gaunt figure of Serena Shakti. Unlike the rest of us she was not naked, but still dressed in the black, Japanese-style robe. Entering the meditation hall, she moved with small, shuffling steps over to the statue of the Goddess. After bowing deeply, she
