Chapter Thirteen
The Princess is hungry. We go directly to our table, the location of which provides an unimpeded view of Ms. Benz plying her craft. The Princess finds the scene amusing and the curiosity she exhibits I have many times noticed in observing interaction amongst the races. This large African woman, peering at the Caucasian girl’s most intimate anatomy, appears infatuated with Mary’s white skin and the contrasting deep pink where Ms. Benz so nimbly works. She immediately directs Jahn beneath the table.
As a courtesy, I likewise pull on Lotus’s leash and she humbly follows, making the Princess feel more comfortable in receiving oral gratification so early in the meal.
While well-tumefied waiters bring drinks and deliver menus, the Princess and I converse. She has questions an
