She and my parents had snuck up behind me as I was scowling at my friends for intruding on my special day. ‘Yes,’ I stated firmly. My mother laugh...d. ‘Well then, what a lovely excuse for a picnic.’ I really wish they’d believe me already. I sat to eat with them, but could only pick at my food. I was much too excited and nervous! ‘Why do you want to marry the Cat King anyway?’ Justin asked me unexpectedly. ‘Because I’ve been in love with him for years, and because he asked me,’ I tried to. Maybe I’d be better working on the essays with Imogen during the week anyway—we’d become something of a team in that respect.I went back to Wintersmith, flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It was just before lunch and I expected that Mark would be banging my door down any—“Fancy a burger in town?” He said as he entered the room without knocking.I shrugged. “It’s got to be better than the shit they serve across the road.” I sat up. “You know, part of me is looking forward to moving out. "Oh... No, it wasn't a tragedy, Pete! It was god-damned assault! Jesus, the crude bastard shoved his tongue in my mouth and grabbed my ass; and you don't give a damn!" she hissed.The other couples were casually sipping their drinks and making small talk, pretending to ignore us, and I didn't see the point in holding back anymore."Well, what the hell did you expect, Joan? You followed him into the kitchen like an alley-cat in heat! And something tells me that if I hadn't seen what you two were. A tight pair of jeans in the bottom drawer completed this outfit. Mark never liked girls with makeup and imagined Chat didn't either. A brush through the hair a few times was all that was needed for this very important night. Looking in the mirror, Mark paused. Even without makeup he was truly ravishing! Mark took his time this time from his room to the car. Each step he tried to imitate the sexy strides he remembered other women had made. By the time he entered his car he had the.