Chapter Twenty-two
I casually tossed my garments onto a nearby chair. The manager was smiling, sitting behind his desk, quietly enjoying the show. When my n*****s popped into view his smile turned to a stare. Then I removed the cute hat, baring my hairless head. I had not even grown much of a stubble.
“Whoa. Stop right there, little lady. The circus left town months ago.”
I explained that I had been traveling and had not had time to purchase a wig.
“You going to buy one for those t**s too?”
Sitting on a large swiveling desk chair, he motioned me toward him. As I approached, he patted his knees, indicating I was to sit on his lap.
I thought I was mentally prepared after two years of abject humiliation aboard ‘The Scarlet Letter’. But most of the interaction there had been with women.
