Chapter Ten
We approach the two girls tending the garden. Mrs. Fenwick calls out greetings.
“Gail...Peg...this is Joan. She writes for ‘Woman’s Lair’ magazine.”
Though the shock of seeing two semi nude girls working amongst the beautiful flowers has worn off, I find it curious that two pairs of knees labor to spread even further as they hear the voice of the mistress of the mansion.
We pause on the brick path behind the girls, kneeling in the soft compost laden earth of the flowerbed. Mrs. Fenwick stoops and slips her hand between the buttocks of the girl on the right. I think it is Peg. The girl obediently lowers her head to her busy hands, temporarily idled in deference to her Mistress’s presence. Her pink well shaven lips, shining prominently in the late morning sun, are parted. She
