Golden Wrists

Excerpt from Page 103: "Let go, you're mussing my hair. Where are you taking me anyway? Look I don't want to go with you. Stop yanking my hair." "Downstairs." I followed the master and his slave girl down the fateful steps. I hate having my hair dragged around Margo's was, it hurts and makes a girl terribly helpless. When we reached the little cell wit its's barred door, Hugo used no key but thrust his captive against the bars. ... Margo reacted instantly. "You can take your lousy master business and shove it." She retorted instantly ... It was as far as she got. ....