He had met her once. She was of barely average height, but she gave the impression that she was looking down on him. He remembered feeling embarrassed, as if he had failed her in some way. It's not as if she were a great beauty or simmeringly sexy in some way. No, Della was as non-descript as they come, a brunette with nothing particularly attractive about her. But the memory was indelible. And now, God only knows why, he had agreed to take her to dinner.
Yoko would soon be a schoolgirl no longer. She had learned many things in school. She learned to be obedient in school and dutiful to her family. There was time later to be independent, but now she saw the value of submission and surrender to tradition by bending to the need for close family ties and full surrender to the control of her teachers in school no matter how demanding they were of sharing her personal privacy and invading her territorial imperative with deep probes into her very core.
Life was becoming complicated in hiding his fetish for fourteen-year-old boys in Washington, D.C., so a music professor and symphony orchestra celloist moved to rural Bridgewater, Virginia, to avoid temptation. An invitation to mentor a fourteen-year-old violin prodigy at the Garth-Newel music center in the Allegheny Mountains, though, in addition to the charms of the son of a B&B owner, puts temptations squarely in the professor's path.
What would make a sophisticated, well-educated American man in his early thirties take a job running coffee and cinnamon plantations in rural East Timor for a Portuguese export house? It couldn't be because the age of consent for teenage boys there is fourteen, could it?