Chapter Four
Peejay paused a moment in the doorway to savor the sight. Only this morning (Yesterday morning, he amended. It was after midnight now.) Angela had been full of prissy self-righteousness and veiled threats. She didn’t look so proud anymore. To his left, Captain Steuben shared his minute of self indulgence. The sergeant on his right seemed less patient. He didn’t understand that some pleasures are not to be hurried.
She had abandoned the effort to stay on her toes, and swayed, nearly dangling, from her cuffed wrists. Her ribs were in protrusion as her arms reached high. Those teardrop breasts (Perfect! He knew they would be.) were slightly flattened, the n*****s standing hard from the cold. That once tawny mane was lank and dripping now. At the sound of the opening door, she
