Switching weapons with him had been the first thing that entered Max's mind, and Pete had agreed without a murmur, In fact, Max thought at first that ...ete had been a little too cooperative about that. It occurred to Max that maybe Pete had foreseen the weapon switch and had done something to make the shotgun inoperative. But no. That wasn't likely. Pete wasn't a man who would deliberately fuck up a weapon he might need later. And anyway, Max was certain that Pete didn't suspect Max of having. She collapsed shrieking with laughter into the snow.Harriet was on top of her in a flash, but Gwen wriggled sinuously out from under her and both girls rolled around ending up like a couple of snowmen (or snow-women) themselves, before rising to their feet as Jenkins came to take the things back into the house. He solemnly took all the contents of the table, piled onto a tray, back into the Mansion. He might just as well have been taking it from the dining room back to the kitchen, for all his. .Why was the bed so hard?Her eyes fluttered open. She realized she was looking up at the dim lights in the private room she'd taken Tatiana's slave to. She felt warm and tingly all over. Her mind was still fogged.Am I still drunk? Why is it so hard to think? Why am I looking up? I'm not supposed to be on the table.She caught her breath.I'm on the table. Oh god no... Memories came flooding back from the night before. She gasped as she remembered stumbling backwards, trying to focus and get out. "You have noidea how much I hated that."To his surprise, she giggled."You think I don't know? For a woman, you sure don't know much aboutbeing one. I've been wanting to scream since as long as I canremember."John glanced at her in surprise."You? Why?"She sighed in exasperation, staring at him with something like surpriseas well."For god's sake, John, did you think you were the only woman who evergot frustrated with things? Do you think I liked wearing corsets aboutwhen I was younger? Five.