Chapter 6
As Maryann had hoped that it might, the music occurred again that evening. It crept up the stairs of that vast, night-shrouded house. It flooded like a tide along the corridor outside her bedroom. It flecked and whirled against her door until It found a c***k underneath through which it could seep. Scintillating, as it had been last night.
Pulsing, demanding, intoxicating. Maryann smiled. Yes, well, she thought she knew pretty much what it was all about down there. She had waited, and here it was, and this was the time. Now she would beat them at their own game, and then perhaps she really could take charge once more.
She rose and placed the screen before the fire. Was she dressed properly? What did one wear, after all? But she had chosen the ensemble with care. Her frilliest
