Chapter Ten
“Well I like it,” Elaine had promised him after their return home the next evening from that first visit to the home of Magenta Travis — the same ‘Magenta’ whose eyes had met with his and precipitated the tanning of his hide by the Norcross woman.
From what he had seen of her, this before being corrected by his new supervisor and educator, the woman in whose home he had laboured and been humiliated was a buxom forty-something with large conical breasts and hair as long and black as her housekeeper’s was cropped and blonde.
Shapely feet in designer shoes with dagger heels met raised eyes, the same eyes the Norcross woman had barked at him to lower upon her employer’s entrance to her office, while black hose of the sheerest denier clung to long and elegant legs. The face he ha
