Chapter 8: About Henry
“I’ve got an idea,” he said. “What say we raid the main pantry?”
“What?”
“It’s okay. I got permission to take what I like.”
So we went down into the big kitchen and the adjacent pantry, which was really several rooms, including a walk-in freezer.
I followed him in, distracted again by that Perfect Ass.
“Pick out whatever takes your fancy,” he said.
I almost laughed. But I knew he meant to choose from the food on the shelves. Twenty minutes later we were carrying our booty to the door of the manor house.
“Now I’ll really show you what I can do,” Hank said as he locked the door.
“I can’t wait,” I said.
We headed off and I let him lead, so that I could enjoy the view. The phrase “whatever takes your fancy” came back into my head, virtually pornographic. It mad
