Chapter Twelve
Kelli shivered at McGee’s condescending words and his laugh as the haulers — two burly men in faded work clothes— unpacked her and then vanished through a sliding door on one wall of the train-car.
“It’s a shame, John, that all the b***h does is f**k, eat p***y, and sleep. Do you know how much money we have invested in the cost of her new clothes alone?”
She guessed part of what McGee said was true. They had paid for the makeover and her new clothes. She had dozed, sort of, after Mistress Laura had finished with her, and she had fitfully slept in the sarcophagus transporting box before being awakened by the rumble and jerk of the Zephyr.
It was then she remembered what Mistress Laura had shared: “Promus and John work as a team, snaring young girls after Charles finds
