The alarm clock rang at half past seven. Catherine sweetly stretched and sat up on the bed, bashfully hiding behind a blanket, her eyes looked around the room for her pajamas. She still felt uneasy about the simplicity of her attire. To such a man you need to go out exclusively in silk underwear - in a T-shirt with thin straps and seductive shorts. And not like her - in cotton short pants and a T-shirt. But what's the difference now? She smiled, remembering how he exclaimed when he saw her:

- What cute cubs - while undressing her with a look.

— What are you? It's a duck! Katherine...