Chapter Nine
Homecomings and Trysts
Mrs. Smith
I returned to the Velvet Glove just as the first rays of sunrise crept over the townhouse roofs. Cara’s and Lucinda’s date had been very successful. So much so that I had to practically pry them apart during their long, reluctant good-bye on the front steps. Lucinda watched with longing as Cara drove off, then meekly followed as I called her to heel. Once past the vestibule I sent her off to turn in her somewhat rumpled dress and get some sleep. In spite of her hyper excitement, it was obvious she was tired. The stress of a much anticipated date along with an all night play session will do that to you. But as Lucinda disappeared into the bowels of the house, she passed Mr. Ronson who stood just outside my office door.
“Mr. Ronson,” I said.
