Like me, she was a "Walk On" and was good enough to be offered a scholarship.We decided to live together in the dorm.We had a nice big room on the thi...d floor of a new building. We even had a bath room of our own.With our room we got to eat all our meals at our dorm.Both of us had cars.Connie was from Jasper Alabama.On week ends she would go home to Jasper and I would drive over the mountain to my home.I had started writing Jimmy at least two letters a week after he left. He wrote one. ’“How many times on average does he fuck you each week? When it’s not that time of the month, that is.’’‘Depends. Two, maybe three.”‘My wife gets it every day. Twice, maybe more at weekend.’‘Lucky woman.’‘I am pretty demanding. I enjoy sex and need it regularly. Fortunately my wife is the same.’Julia looked up. John was still tapping away at his iPad. He looked so cool, so nonchalant; this was a different John for sure.‘Please can I see your coochie? It would make me such a happy man.’She. " Handmaiden?" I repeated after her."More or less," she said, "But I do need to warn you that your immediatesuperior will be the new head of the Royal Court staff, Frieda."On that cue, Frieda, wearing a pantsuit instead of her usual style ofgowns, entered the room, accompanied by six maids. She bowed before theKing, but completely ignored both the royal wife and me. The maids boweddeeply before the King, then curtsied to the royal wife, and then to me. Itwas then that I realized that they all. I was scared. This was taking forever. Police sirens in the distance, but nothing nearby. Then, a sound. A car slowly cruising by. I could hear the thumping bass. It got closer, and was about to pass right in front of me. The music got louder. The car appeared. A young black man passed by and looked at me. He paused a moment, looked me up and down, sneered, and drove on. My heart was pumping a mile a minute. Mistress PLEASE come back. Silence again. Then, the phone rang. I opened it. Heard.