Chapter Twenty-Eight
Emma and Sally had moved Allen and Richie to opposite corners in the dining room. Their arms were still crossed and bound behind them. They dared do nothing now but listen to the women discussing their rest of this evening fate.
“What are we going to do with them while we have dinner?” Margaret asked.
“I say send them upstairs,” Betsy responded.
“Or we could put aprons on them and make them serve us dinner,” Emma suggested. “They’d be cute wearing nothing but aprons.”
“Let me make a suggestion,” Dahlia interjected as she rose from her chair. Her heavy breasts joggled furiously while she rummaged through her big leather purse. “Since we are stepping up the intensity of the boys’ discipline, I think it’s time to introduce a couple of items I’ve been using for years
