I think I may use this little darlin' again sometime. She's fun to write, for sure. 'Specially with Lassie.

~VNMVNMVNMVNMVNMVNMVNMV~

I'm Gonna Getcha Good by Shania Twain

Katie Shiite grinned as she sauntered up to her prey, the uptight Carleton Lassiter. "Oh baby." She purred, taking his tie in her hands. Her boyfriend whirled around to catch her green eyes. "W-what are y-you doing here, Katie?" He asked shakily and she pressed herself against him, making him swallow. "I came from you, honey. No need to run. Love can be fun." She took his earlobe in her mouth. When he was shaking, she released him and patted his tie down. "I'm gonna getcha good, Carleton, you remember that." She growled and grinned at him. With no more than a shake of her hips, she whipped around and clicked off on her five inch heels.

The police department was silent for a few moments before a certain Psychic yelled out, "Who the hell was that and why does she like Lassie?"