"Buffy was attempting to subject me to vehicular homicide," I replied. "I was afraid for my life on multiple occasions, up to and including her entry into the garage."
"How horrifying for you," Katrina delivered deadpan.
"I had my hands full, I swear," I placed my hand over my heart.
"I suspect that was the case," Katrina allowed. "Is there anything else you need to take care of while the rest of us wait on you?"
"Thank you, yes there is," I smiled, nodded and began typing away.
"I was being facetious, but then you knew that," Katrina teased. Several girls were openly giggling now.
When I finished, I walked around Katrina's desk, went to one knee and lowered my head. Katrina scanned my latest request.
"Really?" she was intrigued.
"Yes, Ma'am," I looked up at her. She ran her hands
