The cursing, penance stare and over all general rudeness?’ Katie smiled. It was not a friendly smile. ‘You’re wrong. This is how I normally am. ...ou haven’t seen angry, Prince Charming. Since you’re so fond of nicknames, that’s yours. ‘ The smile vanished. ‘But if you can’t handle it, perhaps you should run back to your little company and send the bastard, that nickname is his, to deal with me himself.’ Nate’s friendly smile grew intimate. ‘Oh I think I’m up to the task of handling anything you. Not that anything happened there actually.‘Wear tight T-shirt and jeans, no underwear’ he commanded.‘Yes sir’With that we ended the conversation. After I hung up, still with a tiny tent in my pants, I thought how little I knew about him. I had given him all the info about myself without a slightest idea as to who he was.I spent the next hour cleaning myself up few times. Found a tight T-shirt, which could barely cover my chubby body and put on a pair of black denim jeans. I reached the pub. I wish that I had talked Pete into coming in and tying me to the chair so Nick would find me. I start to think more about it, and I start to chicken out. I quickly pick up the pieces of rope and return them to the drawer in the bedroom. I start to wonder if Nick has ever looked in there and found the rope. If he has he has never said a word to me about it. Just as I close the drawer I hear the door in the kitchen. I put it away just in time. I walk out and give Nick a hug as he comes in. "You. "No fear, you won't have to go shopping. Everything is here. But don'tmake it too hot. I like it that way, but Mark is still so young."Was she deceiving herself there? Yet again? For sure it dare not be toohot, but at least a little? I would test Mark.##When Mrs. Weber was gone, I had to remove Mark from me surgically. He hadapparently taken me into his heart as much as I had him. And, as young ashe was, he had a thing for my jeans mini-skirt. I shouldn't have worn ittoday.And I noticed as I.