“I’ve told you,” said Scarlett sulkily. “I don’t like that b***h who runs it.”
“Mrs Lockhart is perfectly competent to exercise such responsibilities. In any case, I think the problem runs deeper than that.”
“Oh, so now you’re going to do a psych number on me?”
Judith was getting impatient at Scarlett’s truculence. “If you wish to leave the group, say so now,” Judith snapped.
There was silence. “In which case,” said Judith in a steely voice, “you will follow the training programme most suited to a spoiled, rude little slut like you. Felicity, the bench.”
Judith had a collapsible bench which could be wheeled out for such occasions, kept in a corner cupboard. It was the work of a moment to set it up. It had a padded, leather-covered top, four sturdy wooden legs and leather straps attach
