Chapter Thirty
“Your letter was waiting for me at the hotel. Fulfilling the request was easy and I have it wrapped in that box. It doesn’t smell too bad but it’s horrid to look at.”
Loretta, the rich, beautiful and nouveau-cultured daughter of the late Angus MacDonald, has returned. Her ship arrived in New Orleans where for five days she toured the city in practicing her French. Buelah arranged for her to spend time with a woman of certain talent. Skilled in the use of the cravache, though not on equines, Madame Bouvier spent three afternoons with Loretta, instructing in the fine art of flagellation.
“Remember, the goal is to apply the greatest pain with the least effort,” the haughty middle-aged woman of dominance lectured in French.
“And of course permanent marks should be minimized.
