"You have leather friends?" I shouldn’t have been surprised.
"Yes, you might make a terrific submissive for their purposes." A caginess crept into her voice that I rarely recall hearing in Betsy’s delivery, like she wasn’t telling me everything. "Just let me know how this awakening of yours is going."
"You want to tell me more?" I probed, unhappy with her evasive reply.
"No, not now, I wouldn’t want to shock you too much."
"Very little shocks me with you, Betz," I reminded her that we went back a lot of years.
"Let’s just say, hon, I’m earning a little nest egg. Nothing official mind you, but business is good."
An interior designer/club singer/world traveler/w***e. All in Betsy’s repertoire, it shouldn’t have surprised me that she was taking money for her body’s talents again.
