He sighed, looking at the results. “You’ll wear underwear in the kennel. This needs to stay clean. I’ll expect you to take proper care of it. An abscess is the last thing you need, trust me, you won’t want that beating. Got that?”
“Yes, sir.”
He half-smiled, half-grimaced as he handed me a pair of women’s, cotton underwear that he’d pulled from his desk drawer, and attentively watched as I nervously stepped into high-cut bikinis.
Standing, Arthur Manning pushed me from the room toward the back of the house, to the outside door leading to a private backyard. Though there were neighbors close by, the area was completely surrounded by a dense growth of trees. Some of the foliage was beginning to turn colors, but most remained green, leafy and able to prevent anyone from seeing into the sec
