The two women stood silently in the middle of the room for at least fifteen minutes. The matron had released the leash from Janice’s collar and placed the clipboard on the marble table. From time to time, the woman or the man on the sofas would glance upwards and take in the naked form of the prisoner before them. But they would immediately return to their obviously entertaining conversation. They were speaking in Japanese but an occasional English word intruded. The woman laughed pleasantly at some joke that the man made. Janice could see the s****l interest in the woman’s eyes each time that she looked at her. She was wearing red high heels and one dangled from the foot of the uppermost of her crossed legs.
Finally, the man behind the desk returned his telephone to the receiver. He spun
