CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Francis Saltiel decided as soon as he woke on Saturday morning-though it was actually closer to noon than morning-that he would begin at once the subjugation of the younger Thornton sister, Sally, the vivacious and, in his opinion, precociously oversexed brunette.
In his opinion, a direct line with the younger girl would be the expeditious way of confronting her with her new status, while he intended to play a cruel cat-and-mouse game with lovely, mature, auburn-haired Pamela. And so, directly after he had had breakfast brought to him by one of the n*****s, he dressed in a sport shirt, dacron slacks, and sandals, without bothering with underwear, and, lighting a cigar, directed himself toward the compound where poor Penelope Sands was enduring her first true day of se
