“I… please…”
“Please what?”
He pulls his nightshirt over his head. Someone or something is here with her. She perceives the soft, steady beating of their hearts. The two remain tight-lipped, but once it’s night, Johanna can smell that he yearns to be spanked on the bottom by a woman in a riding uniform. Franziska can see Johanna, but Zickler cannot. She kneels before the other Johanna, focusing on her vulva, on her vagina. After a brief pause, he continues, “I believe you’re ready now.”
“Ready for what?”
“It’s time for you to get to know yourself.”
“What do you mean by that?”
But Michael doesn’t elaborate. The night is cool, and for a moment, they simply sit in comfortable silence. I’m here to tune the piano. Zickler, we thought you had already left. The young woman freezes in fear, paralyzed like prey caught in a predator’s gaze. You looked lost, unable to find yourself, wandering through the night.”
She gives him another kiss.
