Chapter Eight
As it turned out, Mickey didn’t have to make excuses for the next morning when he would be working, instead of taking Cindy to the beach. His daughter had been invited to her best daycare pal’s house to play and have lunch. She wouldn’t be home until mid-afternoon, which would be too late. They had their pizza and the grown-ups drank a couple of beers. Mickey gave Sandy the electric bill receipt.
“I need you to show me where this goes,” he said.
“In the file, is all,” Sandy replied, giving him a curious look.
“Maybe we can go over it this afternoon,” he said.
“Why?”
“They’re my bills, too,” he said. “About time I took an interest, don’t you think?”
“Be still, my heart,” she said.
When the house was quiet, he undressed Sandy and tied her hands behind her back. She was
