Phoebe Huxley scoffed and yanked Phoenix Golding's collar open wider. Pointing at the hickey in the hollow of her shoulder, she bellowed, "Take a good look, everyone! How do you think she got this? Could it be that your Vernon Spann gave it to her this morning? My, he must have some strong teeth! For a bite from this morning, it still looks awfully fresh!"
Phoenix Golding started to panic, desperately trying to cover herself with both hands. But Phoebe Huxley was far too strong; Phoenix was no match for her. The cluster of hickeys on her shoulder was completely exposed, a glaring sight for all to see.
"Let go of me..."
Phoenix Golding struggled, burning with shame and fury.
A few of the younger men turned their heads away in embarrassment, but the married men had no such qualms. They stared unabashedly. One look was all it took for them to understand. Their gazes toward Phoenix Golding turned suggestive, tinged with a certain indescribable meaning.
