Pulling the formidable looking implement from the closet, he’d use it now in a different way, so he thought. There was still that remarkable charge he felt no matter what woman he was using it on. Funny, to think of Holly as a woman. She was now, a full-fledged member of that sorority of female brats that, regardless of age, seemed to find a bit of good corporal discipline, the road to their best selves. He found the grip of the strap in his hand comforting. It always worked and it would work again. Apparently, Holly knew that too, otherwise, she wouldn’t have returned.
Hastily making his way toward the shed, Trevor felt his wrath surge in him again, as he went over in his mind the long litany of grievances that she’d added to her list of misbehaviors. By the time he reached the shed,
