Chapter Seven
Wednesday With Wendy
Rich and powerful, Peter Hamilton was a driven man. He had one overriding obsession, one passion in his life — his continued search for the girl with the most perfectly ideal spank-able ass. That ultimate satisfaction eluded him — until someone named Wendy came along one Wednesday afternoon.
Wendy, waiting on the corner of 58th and Lexington, turned her collar up against a sudden gust of wind. Pressing the crown of the rolled brim hat more securely onto her head, she cursed herself for having forgotten her gloves. With grim determination, she took up her position once again: one hand fingering the leather strap of the small handbag slung over her shoulder, a knee raised so that the foot could be planted flatly against the wall behind her. She leaned
