“Oh, no you don’t,” he charged. There was a dark look in his usually lively light eyes.
“Let go of me,” she insisted.
“No,” he answered firmly, “not until I do what I should have done ten minutes ago.”
Marty was very swift. As if he did this every day of his life, he had his belt whipped out from around his pants so quickly that both Chris outside and Dana inside were taken by surprised. Chris watched, further astonished, while Marty, still holding a struggling Dana firmly by the wrist, dropped the belt to the floor and flung a chair into the center of the room. He sat down, and in seconds had Chris’s wiggling, squalling friend over his lap with her bottom jerking wildly in the air.
“Ouch, goddammit, let go of me,” Dana wailed.
“I didn’t let you go then, and I’ll not do it now.”
