TWO
SIRS, WITH LOVE
McQueen Was My Valley 4
KAREN MERCURY
Copyright © 2013
Chapter
One
Bird in Hand,
Utah
“I heard that she runs around in a
strapless bustier with four-inch heels,” said Brooke McQueen. Ian Lawson knew
her as the wildest McQueen sister.
“Yes,” agreed Cass Cameron, a six-foot-tall
gal who was the director of the front office at the Triple Play Lodge. She
leaned confidentially over the coffee table and looked from side to side. “And
that she was the meanest most sadistic flogger the place had ever seen.”
“Oh, come now,” said Sasha McQueen. As a
medical doctor, Ian knew she was the most logical of the sisters. “This is all
hearsay. Just because poor Felicity runs away to Stockholm and doesn’t talk to
us for a few years, we can imagine all sorts of wild things. Let’s give her a
chance, shall we?”
“Actually,” said Xandra McQueen,
apparently a former “wild child” herself, “I did hear this from Dad in one of
his lucid moments a couple of years ago. It’s a definite fact that she worked
at a bondage club in Stockholm called The Fat Shaft.”
“That could be anything,” said Sasha. “That
could be an indoor archery range.”
