Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. Relief flooded her. If Ray left the house, it would be easy. Even Lucy’s bra and panties, the ubiquitous polyester underwire and matching cotton bikini briefs from Kmart, were gone. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright.
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