“I think you have something to show me, dear.”
“Yes, Miss,” I reply. These words are my cue to get undressed.
“No school uniform today?”
“No, Miss. Now I’m seventeen, I can wear my own clothes.”
Once again, I am standing completely naked in the sunlit living room.
“A friend of yours is here.”
I look through the open door into the bedroom. A girl lies on the bed asleep. I know her; she’s in the year above me.
Her bare skin glows—there are red handprints on her bottom.
The door closes.
“Wake her up, dear, so we can begin.”
