“You said you weren’t going to let him get away with this, Sara. In fact you promised me that we’d see him in prison. You’d better come through on that, or we’re both going to end up there ourselves. Either that or we’ll be looking for jobs as waitresses or something – not a good bet in this economy. I don’t think I can stand this for very long.”
“I will, Mistress,” Sara promised again. “I’ll come up with something by Monday morning. You have my word on that. In the meantime, what do we do right now?”
“Right now we waste the excellent dinner Aileen is no doubt preparing for us. I am way too upset to eat. Instead we finally break out our policewoman’s uniforms that we’ve been saving for a special occasion. We pretend that Aileen is that infected d**k-sore Wycombe, that your excellent plan
