Chapter Seven
I stop in the house to use the facilities and coat myself with sun lotion. The rays of the sun are strong and my years of laboring indoors over books, manuscripts and research papers make sudden exposure to ultra violet light uncomfortable and unhealthy. I marvel at Lady Constance’s tan and the way the sun has turned her beautiful breasts into a golden brown with complementary beige n*****s. When I walk out the front entrance I am somewhat heartened to see that the shawl has been discarded and she is once again almost naked.
Botana has brought back the chariot team and they appear refreshed and offer no ascertainable resistance to being harnessed once again to the ornate vehicle. She begins to toy with the p***s of the right pony but Lady Constance intercedes. Making her pr
