"Hello, Phil. I'm not disturbing anything, am I?"
She looked at the two visitors. One of them was a girl of about
nineteen. She was stark naked. She was a tall, virginal-looking blonde,
with thin soft golden hair. Right at this moment she was blushing
practically all over. She was lovely, in a soft, pale kind of way, with
round high breasts and tender-looking thighs. She was staring at Laura
in surprise, and in an automatic gesture of modesty before another
woman she was ineffectually trying to cover her loins with one hand and
both her breasts with the other. She looked extremely naked, extremely
young, extremely frightened. Obviously a new candidate for Spinelli's
stable, being shown off by her discoverer to Spinelli.
The other person in the room was Ned McCarten. That was just perfect,
Laura thought. It was better than she could have dared to hope for.
She sized the situation up: McCarten had found this girl and had
brought her direct to Spinelli himself, McCarten now looked shamefaced
and uncertain, as though he wanted to sink into the deep pile carpeting.