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available in other parts of his body.
    “I said get out,” she said coldly before looking away from him.
    “Chair? Or being carried?  Last chance ,” he warned.  Did she think he wouldn’t do it?
    “Don’t you threaten me…” she shot back, whipping her head around to glare at him.  Damn!   Even her anger seemed to have an effect on him… an inappropriate one … but still. 
    “Times up… carrying you it is,” he said as he forced himself to move over to where she lay.
    Sitting up as he neared her she said , “You wouldn’t dare…”
    Staring her in the eye he made his way to the side of her bed and reaching down yanked the covers all the way to the foot of her bed.  Big mistake!  
    She wore a thin light blue camisole type shirt and her perky unrestrained breasts seemed to pebble before his very eyes.  Her bottom half was covered by grey short shorts that left her shapely legs bare… and, God help him, his eyes went there.
    Both legs were perfect aside from one missing foot.  One sock covered her remaining foot and a matching sock covered her stump.  Her stump was not the problem. 
    The sight of her shapely thighs was the problem.  He caught himself staring at that part of her that made her a woman.  She was thin but not Dana thin… she was perfect.  Fuck-able and then some.
    Forcing his mind out of the gutter and his eyes back to hers , he bent and scooped her up in his arms.  It was like trying to hold onto a feral cat.  She proceeded to struggle against him, which only managed to push her higher in his arms until her breasts were in his face or at least eye level.
    “Put me down… now!” she ordered, smacking her slender hands against his shoulders. “You asshole!” she finished in a shocked whisper.
    He readjusted his hold on her so as not to drop her and realized that he was cupping her bottom in his hands.  Her good leg was straight but her other leg was wrapped around his waist.  It was an awkward position that successfully lined up her parts with his.  Good God!  
    This would not do at all to cart her down the stairs in front of Judge Patterson in a position that could easily mimic…
    “Not a chance… and you owe a quarter,” he ground out as he continued his attempts to not drop her.
    Giving up on attempting anything that would allow her to maintain some dignity , he hefted her up a little higher and forced her over his shoulder.  She was a strong little thing as she reared up rather than hanging like a sack across his shoulder. 
    He stood still for a minute , adjusting her weight as she continued to struggle.  Eventually she stopped struggling and relaxed over his shoulder.
    “You done?” h e asked.
    She didn’t respond and instead reached down and pinched his butt… hard.
    “Ouch!  That’s real mature…between that right there… and throwing a temper tantrum… real nice,” he said.
    “I’m immature?” she huffed in disbelief. “I’m not the one barging into someone’s bedroom and then carting them around like some Neanderthal cave dweller!”
    Figuring she was finally done squirming , which would make the descent down the stairs easier and safer, he headed for the door.  Maybe there was something to be said for cavemen… he kind of understood the idea of carrying a woman off now.
    As he neared the doorway she said , “Can I at least have my robe?  It’s hanging on the bathroom door.”
    Turning around , he walked over to the bathroom door then turned again so she faced it.  He felt her pull the robe off the hook and fold it over her arm.  He carried her out of her room and down the stairs with no more struggling.  Dare this… wild woman!
     

Chapter Four
     
    When they reached the bottom of the stairs he stopped before going into the kitchen.
    “You want to put your robe on now or would you prefer the guests watch?” he asked.
    “Now , please,” she said, still angry but having lost a little of the fire from earlier.
    “Ok… I’m