Nevertheless, however, this unforeseen complication didn’t make Lucia’s predicament any easier. She needed to get to the other side of the living room without being noticed, open the bedroom door, snatch her Comparative Literature book from the desk, and escape the scene. Unnoticed.
Cracking the door simultaneous to the sound of Baron’s hand hitting Greta’s ass, no one was the wiser. Staring inside…
Ah! She breathed a sigh of relief. Baron had his back to her, Greta on his lap in a chair facing the windows looking out. With Greta otherwise preoccupied making a glorious racket, neither one would know Lucia was crawling across the floor. Dropping to her hands and knees, she began her tentative journey across the living room, behind the couch, around the table, over the Oriental rug. She st
