”“Good, then you know the drill.”“What else?”“Movement lessons. Walking, slouching — maybe Roland will put a little gimp in your step.�...“That’s all?”“No, tattoos too. Melissa will give you some ink. Not a lot, nothing that shows.”“But temporary, right?”“Right.”Something.I said, “Full day.”
“Yeah well, tonight too. Dental work.”“A real dentist?” Hope, hope.“Same as.”O tempora. o mores. Which, if you’ve let your classic Greek lapse, means, “Holy fuck.”By Thursday night, Greek leftovers had lost. Then she giggled, and all was well between them: -Um, sweetness… d’you think I should shower the sexstink from me? Or dress as I am? His full smile, the glow in his eyes: -Darling, I think you should do as you please. Not for me to advise you on this… She hesitated for a few moments. Rose and dried her long hair. Started dressing. Provocatively. He thought he knew what that meant as he selected a suit, formal shirt. And the Frank Lloyd Wright silk tie she’d given him. He wanted to be cool and. .. as will the Boss. Understand?”“I certainly do,” Karla replied. Then she added softly, “Dear God, thank you so much for what you did this morning for the Koenigs. It’s clear to me that they are truly deserving. It only just registered that Bill Koenig was in prison when I was there. While I was beaten, they smashed his hands and, I gather, must have cut off his penis. Could you tell me what really did happen?”“First of all,” the Voice replied, “nothing you did today counts in terms of favors. Saranya was on her hands and knees like Cheri’s pet, perfectly framed in the doorway. She had not one stitch of clothing on her tight little body, only a wide leather collar studded with rhinestones and a silver leash, the other end of which was held by Cheri. Cheri, had on knee high boots, maybe three inches tall. Black hosiery held up by garters framer her thighs and hips, drawing my eyes toward the bare gash of her sex. Above the waist, she wore a puffy sleeved white dress oxford, tied at.