Peyton's Pleasure (35 page)

“
I
h
a
v
e
to
g
o
to
wo
r
k.
I
r
e
a
l
l
y
e
nj
o
y
e
d
l
a
st
night.”
I
t
sound
e
d l
a
m
e
,
but
it
w
a
s
the
b
e
st
she
c
ould
c
ome up
wi
t
h.
S
h
e’
d
n
e
v
e
r
b
een
v
e
r
y
g
ood
a
t
the
mo
r
ni
n
g
-
af
t
e
r
stu
f
f
.
Usu
a
l
l
y
she
m
a
n
a
g
e
d
to
g
e
t
h
e
r

thin
g
s
a
nd
l
e
a
ve
b
ef
o
r
e
th
e
y
woke
up.
E
v
e
n with
the
fe
w
st
e
a
d
y p
ar
tn
er
s
sh
e
’
d
h
a
d,
P
e
y
ton
a
lw
a
y
s
w
e
nt
home
ear
l
y
to
a
void
the wo
rr
i
e
d
looks
the
n
e
x
t mo
r
nin
g
.
Those
ins
ec
u
r
e
,
g
uil
t
y
,
m
ea
s
u
r
i
n
g looks th
a
t would w
e
i
g
h
h
ea
vi
l
y
on
h
e
r
mind
f
or
d
a
y
s
a
f
t
er
w
ar
d.

“
L
ea
v
e
me
y
our
c
e
ll
numb
e
r
on
som
e
thing
in
t
h
e
kit
c
h
e
n.
I
w
a
nt to
be
a
ble
to
ca
ll
y
ou.
I
’
ll
l
ea
ve
y
ou
mine
on
m
y
w
a
y out.”
R
y
k
er’s
int
e
ns
e
, d
ar
k
e
y
e
s
f
o
c
u
s
e
d on h
e
r
a
lon
e
.

He
w
a
t
c
h
e
d
h
er
—m
ea
s
u
re
d
h
er
.
I
t
w
a
s
unn
er
v
in
g
.
S
he
nodd
e
d
a
nd
e
s
c
a
p
e
d.
O
n
c
e
in
t
h
e
living
r
oom,
she
hunt
e
d
down
a
p
e
n
a
nd some
p
a
p
e
r
a
nd
w
r
ote
d
own
h
e
r
ce
ll
numb
er
.
S
h
e
l
ef
t
it
a
nd
the
p
e
n on the
c
ount
er
top.

S
he
lo
c
k
e
d
the
a
p
ar
tm
e
nt
on
h
e
r
w
a
y out
a
nd
unlo
c
k
e
d
h
e
r
c
a
r doo
r
.
S
he
c
limb
e
d
in
f
or
the
sho
r
t
d
r
ive
to
wo
r
k.
W
h
e
n
she
arr
iv
ed
she
f
ound
th
a
t
she
h
a
d
a
ll
of
f
ive
minut
e
s
till
she h
a
d
to
c
lo
c
k
in.
S
he w
a
s
st
ar
v
e
d
f
or
both
f
o
o
d
a
nd
c
o
ff
e
e
.
P
r
io
r
iti
e
s
i
n
o
r
d
er
,
s
h
e pou
r
e
d h
er
s
e
lf
a
c
up
of
c
o
f
f
e
e
a
nd
g
r
a
bb
e
d
a
b
a
n
a
n
a
o
f
f
the
c
ount
er
.
Mik
e
, the
g
r
ill
c
h
ef
,
g
l
a
r
e
d
a
t
h
e
r
but
didn
’
t
s
a
y
a
n
y
thi
n
g
.
I
nst
e
a
d
he
st
a
r
t
ed f
lipping
e
g
g
s
a
nd
b
ac
on
one
r
i
g
ht
af
t
e
r
a
noth
er
.

Pe
y
ton
d
r
a
nk
h
e
r
c
o
f
fe
e
bl
ac
k
with
the o
c
ca
sion
a
l
spl
a
sh
of
c
r
eam
wh
e
n
she
w
a
s
d
r
inki
n
g
it
b
ef
o
r
e
g
oi
n
g
to
b
e
d
.
W
a
king
up
m
ea
nt st
r
ong
b
l
ac
k
c
o
f
f
e
e
to
h
e
r
w
a
y
o
f
thinkin
g
.
All the
fa
n
c
y
stu
f
f
f
ound
at c
o
r
n
e
r
c
o
f
f
e
e
shops
like
S
t
ar
bu
c
ks
w
er
e
d
e
ss
er
t
a
nd
nov
e
l
t
y
c
o
f
f
ee
s, not
f
un
c
tion
a
l but to be
e
nj
o
y
e
d.

“
Pe
y
ton,
y
ou
c
lo
c
k
e
d
in
y
e
t
?
” D
e
bo
ra
h
H
e
nd
e
r
son,
the own
er
,
a
sk
e
d.

“
Not
y
e
t,
but
I
’
m
on
m
y w
a
y
.”
S
he
tu
r
n
e
d
ar
ou
n
d
a
nd
hu
rr
i
e
d
to the
time
c
lo
c
k to pun
c
h in.