She decided to back off. ‘Sorry Jack,’ she said aloud and winced at the whine in her voice. He’d miss out unless he took the initiative. Anyway ...e could be much too small for her. What, at eighteen? Who are you kidding? She sighed and pulled out the clothesbasket and loaded the washer and sorted dried washing to iron. Marin looked up and saw Jack walking towards her. His swinging dangle was impressive. She felt nervous, wondering what to say. ‘You have the house heated very warmly,’ Jack said.. "That's Kate, the shrew, Katherine, Katerina, the story's heroine. Her sister is called Bianca. Her suitor is named Petruchio, and he has come to wive it wealthily in Padua. And Kate's father is rich. Please finish reading Act One for tomorrow, and I am going to ask you what a shrew is and whether or it can be man as well as a woman. OK?"He wrote 'shrew' on the board, looked around and then tried to look serious, closing his eyes briefly, concentrating, making it neutral, relaxed. "Whom do I. Closer inspection would allow the observer to notice a rigid, tight, black leather corset that was almost hidden under the bright-red apron, but gave the striking woman a magical, oh-so-sexy hourglass shape that made this scene even more bizarre than it is.Indeed, with the way she was dressed, Mrs. Schroeder resembled a butcher ready for some messy, bloody work. But she was a beautiful, hot butcher that oozed sex appeal. She belonged on the cover of a high-tier fashion magazine and yet she was. He loved the extremely short cropped hair she wore. There was something extremely athletic about her appearance. Oh, her body wasn't absolutely perfect. After all, she was over forty. He was accustomed to being around women mostly in their early twenties and thirties ... not forty. The fact that she had held her own for that long was a real turn-on to him. One thing was for sure. As a basketball coach she certainly hadn't just been standing around and blowing a whistle during practice all those.