“Georgetta, I’m sorry about that,” he shrugged. “It just happens sometimes. I guess I get a little carried away. But I only do it because I love you, honey.” He gave a sly little chuckle. “Besides, you know you like it.”

“I do?”

“You know you do.” He wetted his lips. “Well? Did you get the outfit?”

She nodded. “Yes, Russy.”

His grin widened. He picked up the paddle and flipped it from hand to hand. “Are you . . . wearing it?”

“Of course.”

He was getting hard already. “Show me.”

Georgetta stood and stretched, catlike, then flicked off the television. The room went black, leaving only the angled glare of the security light outside to see by. She came slinking through the dark until she was framed in the window’s luminescence.

Rusty’s jaw went slack, and so did his crotch.

There was no frilly skirt, no bows or ankle socks or buckle-over shoes. There was only leather, jet black and gleaming in the light. The spike heeled boots reached past her knees and the gloves past her elbows, and the tight corset wrapped around her middle like a second skin, thinning her waist and showcasing the pale breasts that bulged out and over it like twin moons. The black hair that cascaded over her bare shoulders gleamed like wire in the light, and likewise the curls at her naked crotch.

“Wha . . . what the hell’s this?” Rusty said, annoyed and quickly building to completely pissed off. “This ain’t what I wanted.”

“No?” she pouted, rubbing her pale breasts, playing with the nipples, urging them erect. “But Russy . . . I want to play this game.” She stepped closer to him, purring out loud like a cat. “You really don’t like it?”

“Take it off,” he said angrily. “You know what I wanted.”

She laughed. “The little girl thing? But Russy honey, that’s so . . .” she stepped even closer, “sick.”

The deputy began to snort through his nostrils like a miniature dragon. “I said take that shit off. Now.”

She tilted her head to kiss him and whispered, “No.”

Rusty hit her, not an open-handed slap, but with a clenched fist and very hard. The blow snapped Georgetta’s head around just like the night before, just like all the nights in the past. But, surprisingly, it did not back her up a step. She turned back to him slowly, and he was shocked to see her grinning. Then her own fist came up, straight from her side, and the back of it caught Rusty flush in the mouth. He staggered backward, shocked, blood seeping from his split lip. Georgetta’s eyes flashed and she was on him all at once, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into her kiss.