Because of our outmoded dress we got stares at La Guardia, and of course wound up picked over at customs, but Edmund and Portia conducted themselves with politeness and dignity. I stood in their shadows, quiet for the most part, answering questions when asked. After an hour we were passed through and grabbed a taxi, heading for a hotel on Manhattan’s upper east end. Over the next few weeks the Bosworths contacted a real estate agent, bought a connected group of townhouses in Greenwich Village, started to refurbish them, and made appearances at SM clubs from Atlanta to Boston to announce their matchmaking service.
I went with them most places, but not to Boston. I couldn’t. To think that I would run into Justin Graham again gave me the shakes. I tried to hide it, but my Master and Mistress
