My or my underpants would provide some modesty or I could wear nothing but a nice tight pair of gym shorts and Miss Ross, a smile playing on her lips, chalks her thinnest cane in preparation for six crisp, unhurried, painful strokes.
This inner life will be with me until they put me in a box.
Miss Ross is now of course much younger than I and she has some rivals.
Some woman will by some look or gesture capture my imagination and I will transport her to that inner world and she will become the strict schoolteacher of my dreams.