Chapter Thirty-Three
Mrs Martinez opened the door wide for Hannah to enter. She was a woman of mature years who had taken good care of herself. Her figure was slim, well-toned, her face taut, perhaps just a little too much so; plastic surgery might have something to do with it. She wore a tight-fitting black dress which showed off her figure. Hannah noticed a gold wedding ring, so presumably there was a Mr Martinez somewhere. But not here; instead, kneeling naked on the floor was a girl, with short blonde hair and a delicate, almost childlike body, small breasts, narrow hips.
“This little cunt is Emily,” said Mrs Martinez. “She’s been sent by Mrs Lockhart. Do you know that lady?”
“Only by reputation,” said Hannah.
“I’m told Emily is an out and out masochist; I can do anything I like wi
