Becky chuckled as they stepped off the last stair, replying, “I should have known you’d have lined up a ‘paying client’ first. You may not be the ideal of a mother, but you’re a consummate businesswoman, Krystyn!”
Joey was quickly ensconced in the playpen to fend for himself while they discussed Krystyn’s plans for Andrew. Little Joey listened in sorrow in the playpen. His adult mind hadn’t totally left him; he knew the horrors that Krystyn planned to inflict on her new charge. After all, he had lived through the same treatment, albeit at the hands of someone who meant to punish him until she was she his mind had broken. At first he had resisted with all of his mental abilities, but after a series of thrice daily spankings and the most humiliating treatment his bitch of a wife could conjure up, he had given up. He had begun to act like an infant every minute of the day.