Chapter Five
Courtship and Capture
I’ll never forget the delight of being thoroughly f****d in my guest room at Little Hermitage. Even the tranquilizer couldn’t dull my ecstasy—only my ability to participate. When the fog began to lift from my head, I felt a small hand slipping another pill into my mouth, and I knew someone besides Mrs. Roman was in the room. Whoever it was, she was sedating me into obedience. A slightly slurry voice—even drugged, I knew she wasn’t Mrs. Roman—lulled me into submission. And an experienced body, neither lithe nor gracefully athletic, rhythmically lured my body into the unmitigated bliss of s*x that transcended even the drugs she fed me.
When she finally let the tranquilizer wear off some indeterminate time later, I looked up into a pair of almond-colored
