Chapter Nine
“You came,” Patricia turned around to see the man’s soft face appear in the attic doorway.
“So, is this where you go when you want to be alone?” he asked, looking around at the musty places where old things and another time seemed to reign.
“It’s private,” she said, smiling at him.
“You wanted to meet me here?” George asked.
Patricia nodded her head. “You’ve been very good to me, George, and I’m in the middle of so much confusion, I thought perhaps you could help.”
He moved toward the lovely redhead, seeing her hair glow brightly as a ray of sun hit it just right. He reached up and caressed it ever so lightly with his fingers.
Patricia shivered.
“What can I do for you, Patricia?” he asked kindly.
“I don’t really know. I just know that I’m just confused about spanking
