Chapter Eight
As I rose from the table and reached for the buttons of my shirt (fingers trembling markedly), I belatedly noticed full night had fallen.
The moon was a silver scimitar lifted above my head and scattered stars sparkled like the diamonds dangling from my goddess’ ebon ears. Crickets competed with the music (fluid and madly passionate now, Zappa’s “The Gumbo Variations”) and despite the hour the air remained sultry and still. I was just a little bit drunk, and should have been logy from the big meal just finished, but the excitement of future portents and the immediacy of the ordeal upcoming easily defeated this. Stripping before my mistress filled me with the same uneasiness and arousal as the two previous times, and this was accentuated by the way she sat smugly observing m
