His face was made up for someone way beyond his years. The closer he gotto our vehicle the easier it became to see not only the foundation,powder, and...blusher, but eyeshadow so vivid it made his eyelids looklike garage doors, mascara that was already streaking, and lip gloss soheavy it brought to mind the rodeo clowns you see in Mesquite, Texas.Add to that the fact that he was wearing brand new shoes--heels noless--hose, and an outfit that looked more appropriate to a high schoolprom than a. I tried to back up, but someone had already grabbed my robe. Fortunately, self-preservation outweighed modesty, and I spun desperately away, pulling my arms free and retreating, naked, into the center of the room.There had to be thirty girls in that elevator! And apparently they all wanted my blood. It wasn't even possible; the elevator couldn't possibly hold that many ... Him! It had to be... him. That little bastard! Apparently, he had decided it was time to make another attempt. When I got. 'So what are we doing tonight? My vote is the Casino, it's so crap it's awesome.'Pepper pursed her lips. 'Sure, do you think the storm will come all the way back here?'I raised an eyebrow, I think it was the first time she had ever asked me a question. 'Don't you already know?' I couldn't resist. I immediately regretted it, but Pepper was surprisingly amused.'Do I really seem that much of a know-it-all?''Yep.''Tell me something I don't know then.''Alright.' I stroked my chin thoughtfully. 'See. "Bob Brennan, I love you!" I said. We got dressed in warmer clothes, pausing only for him to kiss my belly, and went back downstairs."You don't trust me?" asked Katherine."We trust you utterly," said Bob. "We're going for a walk."I suppose the outside was miserable from any objective perspective. It was wet and cold, although we were dressed for Michigan and didn't mind it. Bob always insists that cold rain is worse than snow.To me, at least, it was freedom. I love The Kitten, I really do..