She blushes hard, trying to cover herself with her arms, and Mat notices. They get to the bathroom, and he takes one of her hands away.“Don’t be s...y with me, baby. You’re absolutely beautiful.” His eyes roam her appreciatively for emphases, and she smiles behind her pink cheeks. He pulls her into the shower, and she has no idea why - neither of them are naked. Does he always touch himself in the shower?“Sit,” he says, and she perches on the tile seat jetting from the wall. The tile is cold on. How could I not? How can an aggressive, dominant guy, not feel instantly aroused by the thought of the most lovely, tender, adorable girl he knows being ravished like that?"So we agree that how a person looks and how she likes to be treated in bed are two completely different things. Right?" She stated, taking another sip of her drink. “Of everybody I know, you’d be the last one I’d imagine would think less of me because of that…”Oh, fuck. Not what I intended at all.I looked back quickly to the. Find out tomorrow. What, oh, I remember, beer. I'd plumb forgotten, sorry." How long had it been since he'd had a beer with a pretty girl? "Yeah, some of those guys don't like letting the girls have the gym." She did smell good."You didn't make other plans? We don't have to." She couldn't hide her disappointment."No, no. Just old age. If I don't write it down, it's forgotten." He packed his briefcase and smiled at her. "Let's go get a beer. Where do you want to go?" Something nearly forgotten. Doug had worked hard on his cross-examination of the witness, a prettylittle nineteen-year old. Carefully, he'd lulled her into a false senseof security.Tomorrow would be the same, nice, easy questions. Then the moment wouldcome when he'd strike, sinking the fangs of his questions deep into theskin of her composure and drinking up the blood of credibility for thebenefit of the jury as it looked on.He rose to his feet and began the walk out of the courtroom, his handsnaking into the pocket of.