A forced conversion ch. 4
Six months later… Myra gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she mussed her hair which had grown back out, touching her shoulders in loose waves. It had been difficult to get the black out and back to her natural brunette color but it’d been a lot of fun… And a great excuse for seeing Beth. Turning from the mirror, she peeked her head out of the bedroom door, yelling down the stairs. “Chase! Cook some chicken for supper! And don’t fuck it up!… Then clean and put the dishes up, sweep and mop, and scrub the toilets and sinks okay?” Chase responded quickly, “Okay baby!” There was something servile and desperate in his voice. Good. She had worked hard on her husband for the past half of the year and she reckoned …