Chapter Nine
The happiest day of my life began badly. I spilled her tea.
It was perhaps two months into our relationship at the time. My visits had over some period of weeks become daily, the stays longer, until the evening arrived when she invited me to spend the night, insisted rather, and then the night after that.
Eventually I was sent home one day to clean up the premises, empty the refrigerator, shut off the water main and electricity and lock the door. She had me strip before her bedroom fireplace that evening and burn everything that I was wearing. So it was that I became a more or less permanent resident in her mansion.
I was naked most of the time, a condition which was humiliating in the extreme, as I was constantly on exhibit for the butler and maid, who came and went, pret
