The Medical BuildingOnce again I am led to the medical building, naked and leashed. In entering we turn right toward the cavernous chamber where I was measured, scanned and interviewed over a week ago. It appears to be a well-equipped hospital operating room, incongruous in the lush tropical setting of the Caribbean.
I slow, our parade of two becoming funereal. Though I show no resistance, my reluctance is communicated. As the leash tightens, Miss Beth senses my distress.
“Oh Mr. Burgess, all you have to do is sit in a big chair and let the women in charge govern. The doctor is here from the main island. She’ll be quick. Not like branding and neutering a pixie. For that she goes slowly... very slowly.”
The keloided letters inscribed on the buttocks of pixie Jamie come to mind... deep an
