Chapter Three
Sex and Submission
Reynard was humming to himself as he set about his work, carefully re-arranging the furniture, making sure the heavy wingback chair was at the exact center of the room, turning it to face the door, a small table placed at its side. He had already drawn the drapes, effectively shutting out the last sliver of twilight. Now he turned on the overhead track lighting, adjusting the twin lamps so that their narrow beams angled down, overlapping on the carpeted floor just in front of the leather Morris chair. The chair itself would be left in the shadows. He nodded his approval, pleased with the arrangements. Then he turned on the Bose set it to find a bit of Vivaldi, fiddled with the volume and, humming merrily, went off to take a long leisurely shower.
Emergi
