CHAPTER SIX
THE STEAMING-HOT WATER RAINED DOWN UPON her soft, curvaceous body, seeping into the pores, racing down the entire length of her.
Frank stood a few feet away, facing himself in the mirror, shaving. He cursed as he nicked his chin, then cursed again as he applied the styptic pencil to the tiny spot of blood before it dripped down to his clean, white shirts.
It had been a long three weeks, he reflected. Long and hard. Ever since that first night they had joined the club every man he met there seemed to assume that they had as much right to Mona as he did-and that right didn't vanish when the club meetings broke up.
Twice this week he had come home to find Tim in bed with Mona. Once he was just getting up to leave, but the other time....
It was evening.
Frank had just returne
