I was surprisingly disappointed when Doctor Khachaturian squealed, “I’m done! I get to shaft Sissy Sidney all night!” I could have sworn the Countess finished first, because her pelvic thrusts lost their crisp precision and energy moments earlier, as though she just went through the motions and let the Good Doctor win the race. I could only conclude she was rejecting me.
“What do you think now?” Sidney prodded me. “We both got screwed. We’ve got more in common with each other than we do with these dykes. Think about what I told you that first day you became a Slave. Remember?”
I vividly remembered Sidney’s bid to get me to throw in my lot with the rebels. “I think I’ll take a nice long walk and sort things out.”
The Countess looked at me and nearly nodded. I should have known then, by h
