Chapter Thirteen
Frank
The recorder, which was on the table next to Frank’s chair, had been running since Lisa entered the room forty-five minutes ago. It clicked off. Frank removed the tape.” Billy,” Frank ordered, “bring that little stool from the kitchen in here.”
It was a plain round wooden stool about the same height as a standard chair. As I returned with it, Frank was inserting a fresh tape into the recorder. He gestured for me to place the stool next to him.” This is Lisa’s special seat.” He smiled at his guests. “I’ve taught her how to sit like an obedient little girl. Right, Lisa?”
Lisa looked up at him. “Yes, honey,” she said.
“Show our guests how obedient little girls sit.”
Lisa, completely naked except for her white heels, quickly got up from the floor and, facing the gu
