Chapter Three– Intruder

Keri sat naked on the ruins of her robe. She shivered uncontrollably, though the room was warm, and watched with wary eyes as the woman perused her house.

The woman took her time, selecting a CD from Alan’s collection and putting it on to play before pouring herself another cup of coffee. As she sat down, Keri heard blues drifting from the CD- a piano riff, heavy bass, a saxophone moaning like a lover. She loved this song. Now she would never hear it the same way again.

“Listen to me.”

Keri looked up.

“I’m sorry to be scaring you like this, but sometimes I have to shock my subjects a little to get their full attention. Before you have a heart attack I should probably let you know that I’m not here to steal your diamonds, and I don’t want to hold you for ransom. I’m not a political or religious nut or a serial killer.”

Keri studied her and saw no apparent madness in the woman’s face, only a deeply buried amusement, as though she knew that nothing in life was worth taking seriously. On the surface, she projected a controlled maternal calm.

“Your husband hired me. He spoke euphemism so fluently that I had trouble getting to his point, but to put it bluntly, he’s a bit too tight assed to deal with your little problem. I suspect that you are a bit tight assed yourself, in your own way. Curing tight asses is what I do best. “ She smiled at a private joke.” My name is Sophie Brewster. I’m a professional dominatrix.

“If you agree to it, we’re going to spend the morning getting to know one another. Right now, I want you to hear me out without interrupting, so you’re going to keep on drooling around that gag for a while. Later, you’ll have plenty of time to chase me out the door and threaten me with civil suits, criminal charges, and gypsy curses.”

She slurped coffee and settled deeper into her chair. “What I am about to propose may interest you. I’m here to play a few games, nasty games that I think you are going to love. I will start by dumping all of your dirty secrets out where I can examine them in detail. We are going to talk about the things that are closest to your heart. We must speak truth. Think of it as a sort of guerrilla therapy.” She frowned irritably. “Since I’m asking you to open up for me, you can start with your legs. Get those knees apart!”

Keri