Arnold pushed Leslie back into her seat and put his hand on her shoulder so she couldn't move. She struggled against him, hitting his arm, shoulder, and chest, and he shouted at her to stop. 'You are utterly shameless!" he roared.

Arnold was pissed. His lips were pressed tightly together, and the veins in his forehead were popping out. Leslie had always done everything she wanted to do, and she had never been afraid of anything. But when did she get into the habit of sitting on men? - ...