Chapter Fourteen
Lunch is much less eventful than yesterday. Again served by the pool, the two porters serve in their usual clumsy yet effective manner. Lady Constance sips mimosas. Topless, she wears nothing but a string Bikini bottom. Lying under the table is Ling, the Asian who serviced her the prior evening. Lady Constance treats Ling like a pet cat or dog, occasionally offering a morsel of food from her plate. Otherwise the naked ingénue busies ‘herself’ licking Lady Constance’s feet in a most humble and groveling way, glancing upwards for approval and encouragement.
“Naomi tells me you uncovered Ming’s secret,” Lady Constance comments, smilingly with her own pun.
I demur until I can determine Lady Constance’s level of concern or annoyance.
“You’re not the first guest to let curi
