8 Chapter 8

“It sure is springy. It should be fine for sleeping.”

“I’m glad you’re happy with the room,” Jude said, his gaze at an angle as he watched her breasts jiggle while she bounced up and down.

Lorraine laughed like a child at play. “Listen,” she said as her blonde hair began to fall the rest of the way out of its upsweep. “It’s squeaking in rhythm. Over and over—”

“I don’t think you should do that,” Jude said.

“Why?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Because you might break it.”

“But it se—” Before she could finish what she was saying, she suddenly felt herself being pushed back on the bed and kissed. “Get off me!” Lorraine shouted while she struggled. When she finally broke free, she grabbed her purse and began hitting him with it. “You bastard! How dare you try something like that with me? Maybe you can treat other women like that, but I’m not one of your cheap whores!”

“Hey! What the hell have you got in that purse?”