Chapter Nine
Still distracted by thoughts of basting his first load of hot fertile c*m cream up Teddy’s fecal expeller, Harry turned as Lilly’s office door swung open. Lilly, blue cotton work shift flying, buttressed through like a Sahara sand storm. “Cora’s crying, won’t stop, and I can’t do this anymore,” she yelled. “Have another fool do your dirty work; and I…”
“And you—nothing, Lilly.” Harry jumped, his hand snatching Lilly around her desk and forcing her down onto the desk chair. “I’ll handle Cora. You will do as you’re told.”
“I won’t.”
“Okay, you won’t, but before you won’t, you need to calm down and listen. Soda in the Frig…?”
Lilly shrugged. Here it comes, she thought; Harry’s pissed, so here it comes. I should have stayed out front and finished Cora.
“Who is minding Cora?”
