Chapter Twenty
French Kissing
Mrs. Roman took her foot away. “You don’t need to remain on your bellies like snakes,” she said magnanimously. “You may kneel before me.”
I doubt I was the only one who considered saying, “Gee, thanks!” But we all held our tongues. (Just as well: Mrs. Roman wanted two of us to rest our tongues until later, when she would apply our tongues toward satisfying her ends—pun intended.) Looking up to her while on our knees was easier than craning our necks to gaze at her from a prone position. And the dazzling glow of hubris on her face was a splendor to behold!
Distilled cruelty radiated from her lean cheeks and glaring eyes, and her wild beauty made me soak up the wicked vibrations and crave more. “Martin,” she said, “go wait in the parlor. After Princess and S
