Chapter Twelve
Stepping from the shower I cannot help but see my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Not bad for 35 years, I conclude with modesty. Despite awakening each morning to the sound and feel of Lotus’s lips, I manage to steal away to the Spa’s gym for 30 minutes of vigorous exercise. The results are sufficient. The middle aged spread will be forestalled as long as I can muster the energy and determination.
Lotus waits with a large warm towel. She gently pats me dry from top to bottom. When she kneels behind me, her tongue slips between my cheeks. I smile and turn.
“Perhaps over the weekend, Lotus. My company is expected at dinner.
“Get your leash and a pair of training shoes.”
I reach down and remove her n****e clamps. She stoically holds back a yelp as the circulation rushes
