A houseboy from India? A cuckold from Iraq?
Our Sargasso sea. I can understand that a boy from India wants to serve a woman, wants to be used in the house of a woman. But a Pushkar camel driver who wants to come to America to be a houseboy for a webmistress? Importing houseboys from India? Ma foi! And what about the cuckold? “This is your cuckold from the Iraqi call center,” says a voice. He calls from one of those huge anonymous rooms full of uniforms and phones in Iraq. A marine, a private. His wife is more desirable among men, other men. Why should war obliterate perversion?