Whips, crops, and other things. They had quite a lot of patience, since they had learned by waiting chained in the Dungeon. After all, you love the whip. “Me, too.” Blanca Sanchez was a junior partner at a prestigious law firm. Janet wondered why Erica had not simply sent her to Stephanie’s for the weekend, as she had done before. “Yes,” answered Janet. Either the whip, or the crop.” “The whip, Mistress,” said Tiffany. What else do you have to do tonight besides cry? “You will inherit her house, cars, clothes and books. “Well,” said Tiffany after taking a sip of her drink, “what now?” “About what? You will receive the estate in stages over the next year, when you prove that you are capable of handling it.” Janet stole a glance at Tiffany, who looked bored and stared out the window at Manhattan below.
