Peyton's Pleasure (128 page)

“
Hmmm,
we
c
ould
g
a
th
e
r
a
ll
y
o
u
r
stu
f
f
up
a
nd
w
a
sh
c
loth
e
s
a
t
m
y pl
ace
.
I
h
a
ve
a
l
a
r
ge
ca
p
ac
i
t
y
a
nd
it
would
m
ea
n
fe
w
e
r
lo
a
ds
a
nd
l
e
ss time
w
a
st
e
d on l
a
und
r
y
.”

S
he
smi
r
k
e
d
a
t
him.
“
A
nd
wh
a
t,
p
r
a
y t
e
ll,
wou
l
d
we
do
with
the
e
x
t
r
a tim
e
?
”
S
he s
a
sh
a
y
e
d
ov
e
r
to
him
a
nd
ra
n
a
f
in
g
e
r
down
his
shi
r
t,
f
li
c
king
e
ac
h button with
h
e
r
f
i
n
g
er
n
a
il.

“
Oh,
I
don
’
t know.
W
e’
ll
think of
som
e
thin
g
.”
“
Ok
a
y
, on one
c
ondition,”
she
s
a
id.

“
W
h
a
t would th
a
t b
e
?
”
h
e
a
sk
e
d.

“
W
h
e
n
I s
a
y
I
n
e
e
d
to
g
o
home
a
nd
g
e
t
r
e
a
d
y
f
or
wo
r
k,
y
ou
don
’
t h
a
ssle
me
a
bout it.”

“
I won
’
t
h
a
ssle
y
ou,
but
I
’
m
g
oi
n
g
to
whine
a
b
out
it,”
he
s
a
id, smilin
g
.

Pe
y
ton
s
i
g
h
e
d
a
nd
nod
d
e
d
h
e
r
h
ea
d.
“
Ok
a
y
,
l
e
t
’
s
g
e
t
e
v
e
r
y
thi
n
g p
ac
k
e
d
up
in
m
y
c
ar
.
I
’
l
l
t
a
ke
m
y
o
wn
v
e
hi
c
l
e
,
t
h
a
t
w
a
y
I
ca
n
c
o
m
e home
wh
e
n
I
n
e
e
d
to.”
S
he
ra
is
e
d
h
e
r
b
r
ows
a
t
h
i
m
wh
e
n
he
st
ar
t
e
d
to s
a
y
som
e
thi
n
g
.
Evid
e
nt
l
y
he
tho
u
g
ht
b
e
tt
e
r
of
it
a
nd
c
l
a
mp
e
d
his mouth shut.

About
the
time
th
e
y
w
e
r
e
g
e
tting
r
e
a
d
y to
d
r
ive
ov
e
r
to
R
y
k
e
r
’
s pl
ace
,
his
ce
ll
phone
ra
n
g.
He
c
h
ec
k
e
d
the
c
a
ll
e
r
I
D
a
nd
fr
own
e
d,
th
e
n swit
c
h
e
d it to sil
e
n
ce
.

“
Don
’
t
y
ou n
e
e
d to
a
ns
w
e
r
th
a
t
?
”
she
a
sk
e
d.

“
N
a
w.
I
t
’
s nothing
impo
r
t
a
nt.
I
’
ll
c
h
ec
k on it l
a
t
e
r
.
”

Pe
y
ton
f
o
r
g
ot
a
bout
it
u
ntil
i
t
h
a
pp
e
n
e
d
s
e
v
era
l
mo
r
e
tim
e
s
ov
e
r the
n
e
x
t
c
ouple
of
d
a
y
s
.
S
he
c
ouldn
’
t
h
e
lp
but wond
e
r
if
it
w
er
e
a
noth
e
r
wom
a
n.
C
ould
h
e be
s
ee
i
n
g
som
e
one
e
l
s
e
a
t
the s
a
m
e tim
e
?
S
he
c
h
a
stis
e
d
h
er
s
e
l
f
.
W
h
e
n
would
h
e h
a
v
e the
tim
e
?
H
e’
d
b
ee
n
with h
e
r
most
a
ll
of
the
time
d
a
y
a
nd
n
i
g
ht,
whi
c
h
w
a
s
w
h
y t
h
e
y
w
e
r
e
ca
llin
g
.
Do
n
’
t go th
e
r
e
,
P
ey
ton.
T
hings are
going
w
e
ll.
I
t
’
s nothing
.

Thu
r
sd
a
y
e
v
e
ni
n
g
,
P
e
y
t
o
n
s
a
t
cr
oss
-
l
e
g
g
e
d
on
t
h
e
c
ou
c
h,
f
oldi
n
g tow
e
ls
a
t
R
y
k
e
r’
s
pl
a
c
e
while
he
wo
r
k
e
d
on
so
m
e
thing in
his
o
ff
i
c
e
.
S
he
pil
e
d
the
to
w
e
ls
up
a
nd
g
ot
up
to
t
a
ke
t
h
e
m
into
the
b
e
d
r
oom wh
e
n
she
h
e
ar
d
his
ce
ll
phone
g
o
o
f
f
a
g
a
in.
I
t
h
a
d
r
u
n
g
s
e
v
e
r
a
l
tim
es