“That’s better.” He smirked at me, placing his hands on my hips. “I don’t bite, much.”“Sorry.” I blushed again, my face turning tomato...red. “I’m just nervous.”“You don’t have to be; it’s just me.”“I know,” I sighed. “I really can’t help it.”“Are you glad to see me at least?” he asked.“You know I am.” I smiled at him, feeling the butterflies in my stomach intensify. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I suddenly relaxed. I buried my head in. She began to thank me and grabbed my left hand in both of hers. She brought it up to her mouth and kissed it, saying 'Thank you, ' with a tear in her eyes.She then asked me about my situation, but I told her I didn't want to talk about it. She didn't press me about it at all. That's just the kind of person she was. Why any man would beat a woman like this instead of make love to her is beyond me. She just seemed special to me.Nancy did say that the County Prosecutor was in and is filing charges. She could smell him and how clean he was, but she was still pissed at him. She just stared at her iPod and kept trying to read something online while she tried to ignore him.Feeling his hand on the back of her leg she snapped her legs shut…holding them tight together. There was no way he was getting any tonight after the stunt that he pulled earlier today.But he was relentless. He was not going to be rejected. She just kept reading, giving him the silent treatment. So his hand softly and. He ripped the covering of my tattoo offand passed me the Spurs shirt then ushered me to the mirror.As I pulled the shirt over my head I noticed that not only was I dressedas a woman (the Spurs shirt was a Ladies one and Arsenal Ladies had justbeaten them 10-0) but he had had the tattoo artist put a Spurs tattoo onmy chest! The v neck framed it. I would never be able to watch theArsenal dressed like this again.As I looked at myself in the mirror Nicholas helped me into some 6 inchheels."What.