Chapter 69
- I frown. Great lot of help he was. Judge Pervert, that’s what he is.
- A young woman comes out from the back room, walking in my direction with a smile on her face. “Do you need some help?”
- “Umm.” I frown. “I suppose. I’m looking for something bondage-y that doesn’t look like that.” I point to the photo of the poor woman who has been turned into a rolled roast.