“I did. For five hundred dollars.”
Alain chuckled. “I’m sure you had her terrified.”
“Should I correct her misconception?”
“No. Please don’t. Like I said, she’s getting what she deserves.”
“And I tell her what now?”
“That she’d better spend her Sunday nursing her sore behind and thinking about the consequences of her bad behavior. She’ll be answering for that Monday morning.”
“That I can do, Alain. And, let’s get together soon.”
***
Meredith woke to find herself having slept for some hours in a huge bed in one of Edmund Thorsby’s many bedrooms. She hardly remembered being taken from the tiny closet. She had remembered the noises in the outer room in the hours after she was so stringently confined: the voices, the laughter, the steamy play. s*x. There’d been lots of s*x with enough
