"Now, offer the lady a fair choice," he said softly. "We have all the time in the world."

"Can I get you anything, darling?" Cora asked, sinking to her knees on the carpet beside his chair and running her hands around his cock.

"A beer would be nice," he said. "It's hot outside."

"Yes, darling," Cora said, and sprang up, going into the kitchen. Her high heels clacked on the linoleum.

"Get them out of here," Jeanette snarled at Robin, "or I'll call the police."

"No you won't," Robin said.

Jeanette ran for the phone, but Galvin was there at once, grabbing her hand, twisting her wrist and flinging her back at the chair. She stumbled, but managed to stand upright.

"Sit down, you stupid cunt-faced slut," he said, and slapped her face, driving her back into the chair.

She screamed, her face ringing with pain. "You bastard! You cocksucking fucker! Get the police!"

"I thought the police were all depraved motherfuckers," Robin said.

"Shut up and get them out of here!" Jeanette screamed. "And put that beer back, it isn't yours."

Cora gave Vince the beer, pouring it out for him.

"Now this is the case of a real hard-assed bitch," Vince said, leaning over to Galvin. "I suggest you warn her once, then tie her down over the back of that chair and get to work. But nothing rushed. Take it easy, it's so much sweeter then."

He smiled gently and took a sip of beer.

"Right," Galvin said, and turned on Jeanette.

"Behave, bitch, or you'll get it."

"Get what?" Jeanette snapped, sneering at him, her hands on her hips. The fact that she still had her little nightie on and that it almost showed her tits hadn't occurred to her.

"You heard, I'll tie you down over that chair and whip your ass," Galvin said.