No sir. Chauncey Depew checked himself over in the bathroom mirror and slicked his hair back one more time. She’d put him off for days, since the deputy pulled him in, but tonight was showdown time. He’d remind Precious that regardless of what she thought she could hold over his head, he was bigger, stronger, and smarter than she was. “Down, Big Boy,” he muttered, smiling at himself. The thought of teaching Precious a lesson had brought the big boy to attention. He heard the bedroom door close and turned so he could see his dear wife in the mirror, but she wouldn’t see him until she got a lot closer. She walked in, pausing between steps to kick off the fuck-me heels she favored. If she knew he was watching her, she’d probably keep the shoes on because she liked what they did for her legs. At her dressing table, she took a brush, and hung her head upside down while she worked on her black hair till it was straight and gleaming.
