Kat looked at me like I couldn't be serious, but I had grabbed her suitcase and was wheeling it toward the front door. Thirty minutes later, we barreled toward the airport. Kat smiled at me from the passenger seat. I smiled back and looked down at the loose, white t-shirt she wore. The platinum bars that now passed through her nipples made an indentation in the cotton fabric.

"Are they sore?" I asked.

"Yeah," Kat said. "I can't believe how sexy they look."

"By the time you're back home, maybe I can play with them," I said. "Now I've really marked you."

She took my hand and squeezed it tightly....