Chapter Twenty-Three
Lady Constance
I can watch the naked subordinate male work for hours...a preoccupation I learned from my grandmother when I was a little girl and the Island’s electricity was produced by dozens of miscreant and yoked lads turning massive generators.
Currently with the wind providing power, I have been content to watch the Bagandan women work the naked male beasts in the fruit and vegetable fields. And now the salt flats. The work is so divinely monotonous with the irritating salt serving to remind the well whipped male of each and every welt. I am pleased. Luana has nicely developed into a firm handler. That’s how the Bagandan women are raised.
The Island’s latest subordinate arrival slowly approaches pushing the plow. Luana’s quirt lashes to spur him to hurry, not
