Chapter Ten
The morning light blistered Lacy’s heavy eyes. Her lids would hardly open, and there was the most horrid taste in her mouth. Her belly churned with a sour sensation that forecast her trip to the bathroom. She lost everything that was still remaining inside her stomach.
She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and walked slowly through her morning, trying not to upset her insides again, but the nausea had hardly waned, when she went downstairs to the kitchen. Somewhere, in the middle of her muddled mind, she recalled the previous night. She remembered well the lust for Lyle, the country tango in the Sassy Slipper and especially the wicked burn he’d laid on her bottom cheeks. With her hand, she felt her behind. A gentle squeeze and a sensuous soreness recalled the good thras
