“And she's such a pretty girl,” sighed Leopold, “as pretty as any lover could want.”
Madame spoke sharply. “Then why don't you get busy with her at once? Shut her mouth by becoming her lover.”
Leopold grinned. “I'm quite willing, but do you think she would be, too?”
“Of course she would be,” snapped Madame. “A girl of her age is hungry for all the pleasures she can get, and you've only got to approach her properly.”
Leopold shook his head. “We're on quite good terms, certainly, but the moment I attempt to get a bit more friendly”—he pursed up his lips—“it's keep off the grass every time. Why, she'd slap my face if I even stroked her arm!”
“Well, manage somehow to make her take a couple of nembutal capsules one evening,” said Madame brutally, “and she'll be so sleepy she'll be complete
