His Little Courtesan Read Free

and bring her to
places untold. Her heart swelled with love, and she lifted her chin as she had
done in the days when she attended the baths. Only this time, the feigned
confidence while exposing her Blessing Ring was replaced by honest poise and
self-assurance. Her ring, and her body, was meant to be admired as a work of
art—a work of art made for Philip's enjoyment.
    The evening
meal was one of further surprises. Rama's wives, sans children, were all in
attendance—and all naked. Lynette greeted Jane with a hug, and bowed
before Philip respectfully.
    "We
thought you would be more comfortable if we all joined you in your
lesson," she explained, taking Jane's hand and offering her a pillow seat
at the low table, while Philip went to seat
himself next to his friend.
    "Thank you! This gesture means a lot to me."
    "That lotus is beautiful," Lynette said,
touching the flower that Jane had tucked into her hair. "Where in the
world did you find it?"
    "The old woman in the garden gave it to me."
    "Old woman?"
    "She was collecting herbs for the kitchen. She
just came over and handed it to me."
    "We don't have an old woman who works in the
kitchens. Nor do we have blue lotus flowers in our gardens," Lynette said.
    "These are very rare," Usha said, touching
the petals gently. "This flower represents victory of the spirit over the
senses, and intelligence and wisdom of knowledge. See how it is not yet opened?
This is the embodiment of the perfection of wisdom, the knowledge that
enlightenment comes with learning."
    "This is the strangest coincidence. Back in
Epsom, a woman who looked exactly the same as the one in the garden touched my
face and handed me a white lotus flower. That was the night that Philip
returned from India and proclaimed his love for me. This woman touched me in
the same way. I also found a red lotus flower sitting on my windowsill on the
night of the ball, but never saw who put it there."
    "I believe you were touched by the goddess, my
Little Monkey," Rama said, overhearing the conversation. "She saw
your fear and your beauty, and wanted to help you succeed in your quest, and
encourage you to continue to open the purity in your heart to learn."
    "Learn what? The Kama Sutra?"
    "Knowledge touches the mind and the body. Your
eyes open to the world and take in its beauty with learning. Likewise, when a
paste is made of various roots, powders, and the petals of a blue lotus, and
applied to the yoni of the young
bride, her body will expand for her partner to invite him deeper."
    "Yoni?"
    "The sacred feminine place."
    Jane blushed as Lynnette whispered, "Pussy,"
into her ear. She cleared her throat and gently pushed the giggling Lynette
from her. "Uncle Rama, there has got to be a logical explanation for this.
Goddesses just don't appear in gardens and give out flowers."
    "Who said there had to be a logical explanation?
And a goddess can appear anywhere she desires, and give out whatever flower she
chooses. Blessings and miracles are not intended to be understood, my dear Little
Monkey. They are merely to be embraced and accepted. Ah! Food! Please,
eat."
    Jane pondered his words through the night. Why
couldn't she just accept the mystery at face value? She sat in silence,
observing the interaction between Rama and the other wives. It was relaxed,
pleasurable and even amusing; clearly they enjoyed being together. Even
Lynette, who perched on her knees upon the floor cushions, engaged comfortably
with Usha without showing contempt for the earlier switching that had left her
bottom speckled with little purple bruises.
    "What are you thinking about so seriously,
Janie?" Philip whispered in her ear.
    "Rana Usha said that I would learn to read the
need of others by watching. I only feel the need within me to have what I see.
To be like them."
    "The first lesson has already touched her spirit,
Most Loved. I mean you no embarrassment for pointing out this
accomplishment," Rama said to Usha, who humbly lowered her