She started protesting. “I was wrong about you. You’re not going to help me. You’re taking me into a house of prostitution! Let me out of this car, now, or so help me, I’ll grab the steering wheel and wreck us.” I smiled. I really liked her spunkiness. She definitely had all kinds of fight left in her. “Wait a minute, Medea! Let me explain. It’s not that kind of house. Rumpott is a helper. His ladies came to him for help.” “Sure they did. What is he, hung like a horse?” I couldn’t help laughing at that comment. Medea was really showing me she had enough sand in her spine to go on, to live out her life, just as she said she would. Richard had married a winner. I hoped he realized that. “Rumpott…hung like a horse? I don’t know, and neither do his ladies. He doesn’t help them that way. In fact, he’s never touched his ladies in an inappropriate way. They stay in his mansion because they like him and he likes them. They help each other as well as helping many people back to a normal life.
