“But where's the contest?” Jennings inquired, still not sure if he believed the sultry brunette.
Elizabeth stopped short for a second, her mind still working fervently.
“Exhaustion,” she finally said. “You say you can take us all, well then you have the chance. If you each do us all, then you win. If you don't . . .”
“We'll be shamed forever,” Jennings jibed lightly, as if the task was a mere one and rather silly.
“I think the idea's grand,” Sage said. “But how to we know you ladies will tell the truth about who's taken you?”
“Bring along a pen if you like. Make your initials on our bodies when you finish,” Elizabeth returned simply.
“And we're all to succumb to this?” Kathleen wondered.
“Kathy darling, are you a lady of substance or a sniveling ninny?” Elizabeth droned at he
