I could hear them rattling, in that smooth riding car, before and after lunch. xxx If not, make it so.” The last thing I wanted to imagine was my Grandfather’s tool. Helen’s high heels were M-80s exploding across the floor tiles, until she reached the showroom. SWAT! Maybe it was the sound of her skin stoking static into her dress. I came in her ass three times that night. “Dreary? It’s my day off.”
“It’s your father’s house, Walter.”
As I expected. “I need to taste some things.”
My role shifted from director to counselor. Miss Corrin dripped, blond dye to green toenail polish. Did I even need to say anything. The ax fell to her right. When Corrin returned to fetch me home, I was still puzzled. “Son of a bitch! Offer your ass.”
I knew she liked
