Across town and a little after one o'clock, Mark pulled up the stately tree lined drive to a palatial home well see back from the road and buffered by a couple acres of land on each flank. He rang the bell and a slender young blond dressed in flowing white pantaloons and a blousy top showing her midriff answered the door. Her eyes were luminous and clear blue. She was barefoot, and beckoned Mark to remove his shoes on entering, explaining, "Mistress does not allow shodden feet in the house."
Mark shuffled to the side of the double door and began untying his sneakers. He wondered whether he should take his socks off as well. Looking at the young woman for guidance, he couldn't take his eyes off her tiny but well-formed breasts, jutting forward in the sheer chemise top.
At last he decided the socks should probably come off as well. He followed her into a large drawing room lined with dark wood bookcases, watching her hips gently swaying from side to side, accentuated by the gossamer pants.
He watched the girlish figure glide from the room, then stood awkwardly on a plush round oriental carpet as he waited for Dr. Anderson. When she entered, his jaw dropped. She was a tall -- at least six feet -- very dark skinned woman with luminous eyes and radiant looks. Her business-like appearance was enhanced by her severely cut suit over a sheer white blouse. She carried a clipboard and she fixed him in her gaze as a wolf might stare at a helpless rabbit.
After a moment's appraisal, she broke the silence. Walking over to him and beckoning him to a tall Queen Anne chair, she sat across from him on a lush sofa and said, "No need to be awkward. Dr. Jackson has told me why you're here. Did Chris offer you a beverage?"
Unable to speak, Mark simply shook his downcast head.
Tanya yelled into the next room, "Chris you silly boy, bring us some tea. And be quick about it."
With that, Mark's head jerked upward. With a puzzled look, he said, "Did you say 'boy'?"
Yes, Chris and his wife belong to Dr. Smallwood and his wife. The Smallwoods are vacationing in Belize this week. Chris' wife just delivered a beautiful baby girl, so we're letting nurse her baby and one or two others and generally letting her get some rest.
Mark was very confused by some of the language she used to say the least. For one thing what did in mean when she said that they 'belonged' to the Smallwoods? And how was it possible for someone who was clearly physically female to father a baby?
When Chris re-entered the room, Mark looked at 'him' again. Chris definitely had a heart shaped face devoid of anything like a beard, shoulder length blond hair, and protruding from 'his' narrow chest seemed to be breasts the size of medium oranges. Mark frowned in confusion.
Chris laid the tea service then poured the elegant black woman's tea. "Sorry to have taken so long, Mistress," Chris said in a lilting little voice.
"It's alright. Don't let it happen again, you stupid cow. You're dismissed," she said imperiously.
Chris bowed deeply, 'his' face crimson from her reproach, and glided from the room.
She cleared her throat, and looking over the handwritten notes on her clipboard, she began, "So Mark, I see that your wife is now with Dr. Jackson, and you need a little help coping with changing status -- theirs and yours."
Mark gulped then choked on the hot tea. He quickly pulled out his asthma inhaler to help regain his breath. After pumping the spray, he said nothing but simply looked at her blankly.
"Mark, I understand it was your idea for your wife to take a black lover, right?"
Now Mark felt he was really cornered. He nodded his head sheepishly.
Tanya patted the sofa beside her and said, "Mark, come sit beside me. We need to overcome your fear and shyness in talking about what concerns you."
Mark rose slowly and, his knees shaking sat beside her. She pulled his thigh to move him closer and he did nothing to resist, although he felt like a rabbit in the grasp of a wild animal.
They chatted for the better part of a half hour, with Tanya taking copious notes. She had explained that she needed to get to know Mark intimately, and began to ingratiate herself with him with precisely the same techniques she had used on enemy prisoners. At last, she laid down her pad and moved closer to Mark. She slowly began to stroke his thigh and continued to speak softly to him, "Mark dear, it's only natural for you to experience confusion when you sense how strongly your wife reacts to the power of a man like Dr. Jackson. After all, he is so much more than you can ever be. May I ask, how many other men have you encouraged your wife to have sex with?"
She had cannily framed the question in this way to manipulate Mark into a place where the larger plan she had devised for him would seem perfectly natural.
Mark was slightly confused at the question, and then ventured, "Umm, no one. I mean, I am the only other man she has ever been with. Umm, Dr. Jackson is the. . ."
His voice trailed off, and Tanya continued to stroke his thigh, moving closer to his member, which was beginning to go into hiding. She helped him to complete the sentence, ". . . He's the first other man, or the first black man?"
Mark nodded his head, "Both."
