“OK, OK,’ he said. “But I’ve really got to go to the bathroom first.” He was not making up an excuse to delay his punishment: his bladder was full to the point of feeling pinched. One swat and he would have added immeasurably to his disgrace by pissing himself.
Marilyn said, “You can go to a bathroom upstairs but your friends will have to stay locked here in the cellar.”
“Is that all right with you guys?” Jimmy Boy asked.
Pick and Big M seemed to sense his desperation. Both men nodded and Pick choked out a pained “yes.”
Jimmy Boy walked up the steps with Marilyn and Lorelei following behind him.
“The bathroom is right over there,” Lorelei told him.
“Thanks,” Jimmy Boy said. He rushed to it, turned on the lights and fan and closed the door. Once the toilet lid was up, his fly down, a
