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sleeves. Deborah watched her, her hands still on her
head.
Patsy was a beautiful specimen. A five-foot ten
inch tall Rastafarian with braided dread-locks that
reached down to her waist. Patsy’s blouse seemed to
have been paint-sprayed to her body and showed off
her magnificent physique. Deborah worked out
regularly with Patsy and was keenly aware of the
strength and power of the House Captains arms.
Patsy picked up the ceremonial Red House
cane and swished it through the air.
“I’m going to have to ask you to remove your
blazer,” she said firmly, “and to bend over and face
the fireplace.”
Deborah lowered her arms and unfastened the
button of her blazer. She shrugged the jacket off and
folded it neatly. She turned towards the fireplace.
“Just one more thing, Morton,” said Patsy. “I’m
afraid this is going to have to be hot. This is my first
time out and Ms Wharton is going to need to inspect
your stripes. I can’t afford to cut you any slack.”
“Understood,” grunted Deborah and bent
forward at the waist until her fingers were resting on
the toes of her shoes.
Patsy stepped forward and neatly turned back
the hem of Deborah’s skirt exposing a drum-tight pair
of navy blue gossamer bumbags.
The House Captain tapped the cane down to
get her measure, once, twice, thrice and then
unleashed a scorcher.
During her certification on the training course
Patsy Butcher had demonstrated considerable
prowess with the cane. She had been one of the few