RetirementChapter 4
"Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Ass." Amy said, biting off the end of each word. "Toots, with that coat and anything else you get, you are bought and paid for." She turned to look him in the eye. "You could never buy me. Now get your hand off my ass unless you want to lose it." "What a tiger!" Grant said, not moving his hand. "What was all that earlier about Mrs Domesticity? Hmmm?" She slapped his hand away. "Miss?" she called to the clerk. "If you have any jewelry on the...