“And yet in a way,” the older woman added slyly, coming back to the original focus of her taunting narrative, “almost as entertaining for me as exploiting Courtney’s tender teenaged flesh is going to my weekly bridge game, stroking those cards with the same fingertips that do all the dirty things they ever crave to shy young Courtney’s available body, smiling all the while into the smug eyes of her silly old dolt of a mother as I imagine the further debaucheries into which I shall initiate the lovely daughter…”
The blue-eyed girl smirked prettily at her benefactor, looking up at the woman from beneath her curling lashes.
“Open up now, kitten,” Mrs. McEvers directed quietly. “Show us what we want to see.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl whispered, blushing, and as Rachel watched entranced, the se
