Chapter Six
I’ve been in solitary confinement since my breach in slave etiquette at General Hanan’s party. Two days so far. I really don’t mind, since it will take these two and a few more to heal my body from that wild night. It’s strange how I think of it now as I soothe my ass and rub the ointment Jorges gave me into my sore anus. The inner burning has long past. Only the memory lingers. And in my memory, it’s not as painful as it was when it was happening. I remember the effect more—the way it helped me toward the finest s****l oblivion of my life.
I nurse these thoughts at the same time wondering about Colonel Broc. I’m sure he’s left the compound. If I have any remaining regret it is that I missed the chance to be with him. I’m not sure why I care, but I do. Maybe it’s the romanti
