Here Comes the Soup

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SHORT STORY with image, instant download in PDF

…Wendy was going to see her master for the first time.  She made herself as presentable as she could and carried the soup tureen into the dining room.  Two large burly men loomed at the table, tankards filled with wine in front of them.  Two pairs of eyes turned to appraise her. ‘What a sly little brother you are.  Got yourself a right pretty wench!’ Black Brodick leered, and pinched Wendy’s bottom…