"Well, Grover spurted, rocking his heavy form back and forth on his heels, "Sandy, I have a little task for you . . . you're going to give us a show. I think you might even enjoy it... a little exhibition with Gina here!" He sat next to the small dark girl on the sofa and put his arms about her. She seemed to have no reaction at all to his advances . . . but she did not pull away.
"NO . . ." Sandy said, understanding beginning to dawn on her. "Grover, no ... I won't do that ... I just can't . . . it's . . . it's . . ."words failed her.
"What do you care what it is, Mrs. Luden? What do you care as long as you get what you want . . . remember? I've got something you need!" He tapped his breast pocket knowingly. "And as for Gina," he continued, "don't worry about her . . . she's getting pai
