"You mean, Miss Salton?"
"Salty?" She blinked. "Merciful heavens, no. Mona and Judy-I skinned their tails fit to peel armor plate off the Devil. Nora's different, being all grown-up and supposedly responsible. Those other two didn't deserve the lambasting I gave them."
"It would have to be over skin, to be just," he remarked lightly.
"Bare hide and severe." She doubled her arms. A breath swelled her wine-dark blouse. "Thirty with those thongs."
She purposefully drifted toward the hallway leading to a room she had reason to hold in memory.
"I'm obliged to issue a warning." He followed close behind. "I shan't be responsible for any reactions to your punishment."
Her gaze caught an African bronze, a sassy-hipped woman in a skirt, her stately titties on parade as she strutted a deep bask
