Shortly, Brenda reappeared carrying two objects, one in each hand. In her right she held a small paddle, about the size of a table tennis paddle, but with a pattern of small holes drilled through it. In her left she held a length of suede leather, gray and soft, attached to black handle made from stiffer leather.
“In the living room or the bedroom?” Jason asked.
“The living room, I think. The light is better and there’s more room.”
“Excellent choice.” He gestured the way out of the kitchen.
Vickie had been standing with her back against the wall and was afraid to step away from it. Her knees had gone weak and her stomach had become a hard pit of anxiety. She wasn’t sure which tool was to be used on her, but both struck fear in her heart. Sensing what Vickie was going through, Brenda gr
