"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't hear you. It couldn't have been a 'yes.' You just got done saying how you could never, ever, on a stack of bibles say...'yes'." Yes!" Yes, what?" Yes ... please," I said, defeated. "Yes, please." Yes please, what?" Kathryn prompted, twisting the knife."Yes, please," I blushed, "I would like to do your laundry. Yes ... yes ... please, may I do your laundry ... every Monday." Very good, my little elf," Kathryn smiled warmly at me, patting my red-hot cheek. "I expect. "I'm lucky Lara's mom will keep stuff for me. Oh, and Annette put me in touch with someone who needs a roommate, so that's one less thing to worry about. I hope." "Would that be in Arlington?" "No, in D.C., actually." Ryan looked excited. "That could be fun. The place would be near Adams Morgan, so there's lots of stuff there: clubs, restaurants, everything. I like it here but I like the idea of living in the city, too." "Is that a safe neighborhood?" Brody liked the District well enough, but. "So what was the other atrocity you spoke of, or dare I ask?"Ally smiled at the memory. She was touring the museum with her friend Amber. The two always liked to clown around anyway, but the work of 'art' really set them off. "Well the other piece of art-and I use the term 'art' loosely here-was a more modest sized canvas." Thank God, she mumbled under her breath, causing Ben to grin. "Anyway, the center of the canvas looked like a bunch of Crayon scribbles. I've seen preschoolers do better,". Watson kept his free hand on Holmes's waist, gently stroking him under his shirt while he carefully and gently prepared him with his nimble doctor's fingers."Ugh, hurry up, Watson." Holmes groaned, hunching his back as Watson finally extracted his fingers.Watson was only too happy to oblige. He dropped the bottle and clutched Holmes's hips, gritting his teeth against the mounting arousal. He pressed his lips against Holmes's neck."Now." Holmes said tightly, his head bowed. "Please. Now..