Chapter Thirty-One:
Susie wheedled. “But Uncle Nick. My tee-shirt.”
“Shut up. I’ll buy you a new one. Now hold still, dammit.”
Nick sat on a kitchen chair with Suzie standing between his knees. He plucked up the hem of the girl’s tee-shirt and started snipping away.
“But Cloey’s in the next room,” Suzie whined. Nick shrugged and kept cutting.
He ran the scissors up the side of her shirt, almost to her underarm and then across the front. He trimmed away the cotton from below each n****e leaving a generous amount of the under-curve of both breasts showing. In back, he cut high, almost to the neckline, revealing the curve of her backbone and her nude, harp-shaped, shoulder blades. He spun her around and watched her bounce. That should get Rudd’s attention, he though. “Do a twirl for me.”
