Chapter Three
The afternoon begins with our sitting in Miriam’s parlor, where once again the incense is curiously intoxicating. Today she’s wearing leather slacks, a staple in her wardrobe I’ve seen often, and a crisp white button front shirt; still plenty of cleavage showing, along with a peek of her lacey black bra. How she pulls it off, and manages to look perfect regardless of what she wears, I still don’t get. She always leaves me feeling a little dowdy.
“I have a proposal to make, Lena,” she begins. “One I think might be very attractive for you. It would not be exactly what you had in mind for the summer, but I think you might have the results you desire without the risk. When the summer is over, you’ll have a good grasp of submission, female slavery and the wide range of possibili
