Anne realized that, for practical purposes, she was nolonger Thomas Marlow's wife. Few would know that he had evenbeen married; fewer would remember ...nne, and perhaps no onewould know that she was still alive. Thomas might even remarry. She had no one, no friend, no husband, no contact with herparents, who might well be dead by now, murdered by savages inthe jungles of Africa. Why had God made her, if her life had nomeaning? At last the bolt shot back and Matron entered, carrying. "I kneel as she orders, feeling ungainly, embarrassed and vulnerable.She leans forward, smiling broadly, and brushes hair from my forehead."Thank you, David. I have been looking forward to this moment. It's a simple thing, but I do enjoy having you kneel for me. It' s such an unequivocal statement of our relationship, don't you think?" Yes, Madam." But you are not quite how I would like to see you. Pay attention, now. I don't want to have to repeat myself."She points to the floor."First, bow. In a matter of moments I found my legs spread out wide as he examined my golden colored pubic hair then he reached for a pair of scissors. I lifted my head and peering down between my jutting breasts watched as he clipped away at my golden fur. His talented hands moved over my mound snipping away with deft skill.I watched in a mixture of awe and apprehension knowing that I was feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Once shaved I knew I looked much younger, almost like an adolescent teenager. "Do you not like red, Tatiana?" Mr. Schwartz asked, sipping his wine andseeing Sebe's nervousness."No, red is fine sir," said Sebe, grabbing the glass and taking a bigsip. "I love red Mr. Schwartz." Good, me too," said Mr. Schwartz, reaching over and momentarily touchingthe end of a hanging curl. "And red is absolutely fabulous on you,Tatiana. Not that my stylist team needed to do too much to make you lookgorgeous, but I have to say you never cease to amaze me. You lookravishing, my dear.".