Clarissa smirked. "Let's do this then."
"Straighten your spine, pick up the cup pinky out," Nikki did exactly what she said, after each order. "Pink out Nikki, not middle finger. You're not trying to insult the person that served you the tea." She rolled her eyes and groaned.
"Oh lord. Nikki you're trying to look sexy when walking in those heels not trying to make the dancing crew for Michael Jackson's thriller." It was day three since their talk and truthfully, she was doing better than she was in the beginning. "Let's start again. Put on the three-inch heel this time."
Day ten.
"What is the past tense of sit." She raised her eyebrows at Nikki. She closed her eyes trying to think. "Sitted?" She offered an innocent smile. Clarissa stared at Nikki with a blank expression. "Oh God." Clar
