Chapter Six
It was nearly a half-hour before Rebecca saw Frosine. Then, the voluptuous young woman bounded into the room with a grand smile, her wild red hair a disheveled tangle.
“Ah, Rebecca!” she declared happily as she noted her new roommate. She stared at her a few seconds. “They must have some purpose keeping us redheads together,” she said, jumping down on the bed. “Perhaps because we have a bit o’ the devil in us.” She smiled like a child—though she was obviously not—the way she reeked with s****l exuberance.
The clothes she wore so properly at lunchtime were now as unkempt as her hair. The bodice of her dress, half-ripped by someone’s determined hand, was open wide revealing all her swelling bosom. The hefty orbs of flesh smelled a bit of sweat and Frosine’s potent perfume—ha
