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you might suffer a
serious penalty.”
    Her eyes opened wide.
    “I certainly understand.”
    “No, you don’t. I was thinking more
of spanking than what was going through your mind.”

 
     
     
    Chapter 5
    Stay... For Supper
     
    Amy carefully stepped around
Todd Coleman while never taking her eyes off him. Finally she faced the door
straight down the hallway and attempted to judge whether she could run for her
bedroom and lock the door before he could imprison her again in his vice-like
hold.
    “Don’t even consider it, Amy; my
legs are longer, although I’m not too sure of that,” he said, taking a step
back to assess her.
    Now’s your chance, Amy, go
for it.
    “The only thing you’d manage to
do is lose your towel, and I might not want to give it back to you.”
    Courage deserted her, and she
walked the hall to her bedroom, while Todd followed closely.
    “Did you kill that man, Joey
Landis?”
    “No.”
    Simple reply, but it wasn’t an
explanation for what was going on. He seemed to sense her thought.
    “I’ll give you the full story
when we’re settled in on the couch.”
    Once inside the bedroom, she
immediately went to her futon bed and searched through the bed linen for the
cotton robe she had removed that morning.
    “Boy, you keep a messier bedroom
than I do. I guess that’s your dirty laundry in a ball over there.”
    “I was in a hurry this morning.”
    “By the size of that pile, I’d
say you’re in a hurry every morning.”
    Todd walked over and picked up a
silken garment. It was a pale pink teddy with white lace in all the right
places.
    “I bet you look good in this.”
    Forgetting the robe, Amy grabbed
the delicate material from his hands.
    “Yeah, I think it would be kind
of nice if you changed into that instead of a stuffy robe, unless the robe
matches.”
    Amy tossed the teddy onto the
futon and swung open the doors to the pine armoire. Rolled into a ball on the
floor of the armoire was her navy terry robe, the one with the collection of
breakfast stains.
    “Would you mind turning around?”
    “Going to surprise me, huh?”
Before he turned around he warned her not to try anything tricky. Given the
difference in their sizes, he was apt to come out the winner.
    “Shut up and turn around.”
    He did, while keeping his eye on
the vanity mirror in the corner of the room. He watched as Amy let the towel
slip to the floor, revealing her bare back and shapely buttocks. Now if she’d
only spin around frontwards, he thought. Instead, Amy bent over and picked up a
dark heavy fabric. When she stood, he saw that she was slipping an unattractive
wrap over her shoulders. His moan must have been audible, because Amy shouted
that she wasn’t taking all that long.
    “Honey, it’s not the length of
time you’re taking, it’s that awful sack you’re putting on.”
    “What?” Amy swung around,
clutching the robe together. “But how did you know what I was putting...” Her
eyes opened wide when she saw the location of the vanity mirror. “You peeping
Tom,” she shrieked and picked up a fleece-lined slipper to throw at him.
    “Lord, don’t tell me you’re
going to put those ugly things on, too.”
    Amy dropped the slipper and
quickly sashed the robe. Out of spite, she wiggled her feet into the tan fleece
slippers and started for the living room. But once seated on the couch she
quickly discarded the hot slippers and tucked her legs under her.
    Todd followed carrying the
teddy.
    “This would sure look a lot
better than that...”
    He sat down and started sniffing
the air.
    “What’s the matter?”
    Todd leaned toward Amy and took
several quick sniffs.
    “Wow, that thing smells musty.”
    “I haven’t worn it in a long
time.” She was about to say that it was clean, but realized no one would
believe her. Certainly not Todd, who was sitting inches away from her. “I meant
to launder it.”
    “When? Back before the war?”
    “Which war?”
    “I was thinking of the Big