Chapter Twenty-Seven
Supervisor Rhonda finds the ride to the Director’s office to be considerably long. And though the lowered angle of the late afternoon sun brings a degree or two of relief, pony 127 exudes streams of sweat, the moisture bringing a satisfying cracking sound to each stroke of the sjambok.
“How long is our stay, Linda?” the inquiry coming with another playful correcting stroke.
“The Gulfstream returns to Teterboro each Sunday evening.”
“And if we miss it?” Rhonda coyly inquires.
“No other way in or out. We’d have to stay until the next Sunday.”
“I think it’s appropriate we assure the rendition of Jerk ‘em off Jules. It behooves us to make sure he’s in full custody. Be quite the predicament if he shows up somewhere after we’ve ditched his case file... taken off the he
