<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">She squirmed a little, not really in protest but more in playfulness.<br/>
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When he set her down, she straightened her clothes with a sigh.  "Yes, it's yours, you beast."  She pulled herself back together and slipped into the car.  "But in that line -- do try not to grab it around the NYPD, yeah?  I have to work with these people.  Ogle all you want -- just do it respectfully.  Or in a way that says you fear my wrath."  Cat quirked an eyebrow.  "Men do that all the time."</span></span>