Chapter 7
Merle Kimberly placed a white-gloved hand in the broad open palm of her chauffer's as he helped her from the back seat of the sumptuous limousine:
"Thank you, Michael," she murmured and smiled sweetly, her radiant bronze-flecked eyes gleaming with a turbulent inner excitement, enjoying the keen fore-pleasure, that soon, she would get her shot of heroin, which would make her free, loose and easy. Besides losing all of her inhibitions, she would also come down off her proverbial high-horse, permitting her chauffer to mount it instead:
This would be achieved with her stark naked, down on all fours. He would dutifully fasten a saddle around her waist, mount astride her, armed with a riding-crop, then simulate riding her as if she were some champion thoroughbred show-horse.
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