Rebel in the SouthChapter 45 Lotty
Missy and Martha fussed over the wound on the back of my thigh as if they were discussing a supper dish that failed to come out of the oven looking exactly right. It bothered me some to lie there in Charlotte's cottage, on a bed where I had romped and rogered more times than I could count, especially since I was lying on my stomach with my bare ass in the breeze. "Well, it looks pretty good, considering," Martha said, rubbing something on the healing wound. "Look at all this red here,...