“Really? Never?” she asked, obviously intrigued. She looked back at the full frontal photo of Master, which Kat quickly dispatched from her tablet screen.
“Really, never,” Kat said.
“Very cool,” she replied. “Maybe you are a better exhibitionist than I am, Kat.”
Kat settled the check and walked Courtney out of the bar, giving the young woman her best aunt-like peck on the cheek and whispered in her ear, “See you Saturday. We’re looking forward to it.”
As Saturday dawned, Kat was nervous with excitement. Meg appeared to take it more in stride. At last, the appointed hour arrived. At 12:30, the doorbell rang. Paul instructed Kat to answer it. She flung open the door, by now long oblivious to any risk of disclosure, meeting Courtney in all her glory. She took her by the hand and drew her
