New Canary, New Joy
Language: en
I was rich, single, and very much enjoying it. To pass the time, I kept a poor but ridiculously pretty little songbird. The girl had a face, a body, and enough sweetness to make men stupid. The only flaw was that she was painfully shy. She insisted on playing some innocent romance game with me. I was not allowed to touch her. I was not allowed to visit her at school. Everything had to happen “properly.” I understood. She was young. Then one day, I went to her university to discuss funding a new lab. Her professor pointed from a distance at her and another guy, smiling proudly as he said…