Chapter Twenty One
On the first Friday in October, before five in the evening, Harry Millard, dressed in formal attire as befit a host, entered by the loading dock steel door, crossed the storage floor, and slid behind a stack of transporting caskets. In the Dark ages, owners took whores from town to town in boxes. Harry planned to transport his whores in caskets; two already reserved for Cora and Martha, a third and fourth still available for Lilly and Angelina, should they become a Problem? He keyed the door lock and descended into the basement control room by the dungeon. He opened the electrical box, repositioned the master switch and turned on the lights. The HARRY’S HEAD SLAVES florescent sign above the front door illuminated first and the beauty salon ceiling’s lights second.
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