“Being a connoisseur, as you know, of such literature,” Peter replied, “I wondered the same thing, but I think it must be one of Ridler’s inventions. I’ve searched for it, and all I’ve found is a four-issue comic book series of that name by Eros Comix in the mid-nineteen-nineties. The covers are very alluring—to someone of our tastes—but I’ve never seen the actual graphic novels.”
Sigrid listened with keen interest, her eyes wide. “It sounds like I’d like to read the book you read, Caile.” Caile returned to the couch and handed the paperback to her.
“Before this meeting of the Ladies’ Submissive Book Club gets too far underway,” Peter interrupted, “let’s repair to the kitchen and start dinner. I was thinking I’d spatchcock a chicken.”
“Oh, that sounds dirty!” Caile said, suddenly eager.
