Chapter Thirty-six
Babbs pulled her fingers away from the walkie-talkie radio like it had just become volatile and watched Butch stride toward her. He took up a position behind her chair and placed beefy hands on her shoulders.
He was a powerful man and he squeezed. “Ladies, it’s time for beddy-byes.”
Babbs writhed under the vise-like grip. He seemed intent on dislocating her arms from the shoulder sockets and the pressure he applied electrified the nerve endings all the way to her fingertips. Her hands were paralyzed.
“The boys got work to do so be good little girlies and trot your asses back to your quarters. I’ll send someone along with you, so you don’t get lost on the way.”
Someone complained halfheartedly. The women looked forward to their rec-time but seeing Babbs squirm under
