Chapter Seven
“Here you go girls,” David Farnsworth Smythe tosses thick wads of bills, first to number one then to number two as captain and mate secure the schooner’s lines to the main dock in Palma harbor.
“I’ll be tending to other business so I’m afraid the party must end. But as promised I have arranged credit at La Tienda de Moda on the main street. It’s a very stylish clothing store. Shop until you’ve expended it.”
“But Mr. Smythe, we have no clothes! How will we get there?”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure out something. And there’s plenty of covering at the Tienda. Besides, we’ve spent enough time together. And frankly your little sphincters were a little loose the past go rounds. I’m sure they’ll tighten up in a few weeks. Meanwhile I’m on to other things...”
David steps out of
