Chapter 8

Duchess was now walking, lowering her head every now and again to sniff the grass as if she were remembering how sweet and juicy it tasted.

On the far side of the field was an almost vertical slope, the top of which was capped with snow. As we drew nearer I could see the figure of girl doing what appeared to be calisthenics.

“Is that Rosamond?” I asked, ready to be shocked if the answer was in the affirmative.

“No, that’s not Rosamond,” Reginald replied. “That’s something other than a girl.”

I looked again, straining my eyes. It sure looked like a girl, or more correctly, a young woman, for as Duchess took us nearer I could see that she was naked. As she bent backwards onto the palms of her hands, I could see ribs. Her breasts almost disappeared as she bent back, but reappeared once again after she was standing upright again.

Duchess snorted, capturing the woman’s attention.

“Let me do the talking,” Reginald whispered.