Chapter Thirteen
Setting Out Again
Jeri surprised her by saying exactly what Toni had been thinking.
“Naomi and Lilli are wrong. We’ve been wrong. There’s no excuse for some of the things we’ve been doing. It’s time to straighten up.”
“I’m with you sister.”
Toni was laboriously unknotting the cord Naomi had bound so intricately around Bobby’s balls. Squashed, swollen and purple, bruised bad from Erica’s kick, bulging against his wickedly stretched scrotum, these looked truly pitiable. Her tugging made that dangling disc swing, yet Bobby limited expression of his obvious agony to a few choked grunts. Impressed again, Toni felt the need to articulate her new position clearly, for him as much as Jeri.
“Don’t get me wrong. Whatever we’ve done to people who had it coming, or even better
