Chapter Nine
Returning to my office, I make some phones calls and write some brief notes to the guests who have just departed, thanking them for their patronage.
A note has been placed on my desk. The Princess requests the pleasure of my company at dinner. I send an affirmative response, picturing her ‘Peter Pan’ eunuch standing by her side or more likely kneeling under the table.
The thought stimulates my imagination and I convince myself to bring Lotus with me. Perhaps the Princess would consider swapping for a time. I have been told that in ancient times a properly trained altered male could provide more than adequate oral service.
More paperwork is reviewed and with the drudgery, memories of the sperm bank return.
Nami and I left donor 523. The walk to the stall of donor numbe
