Sitting in his bathroom, Mark decided that all holds were now off. There was a meal he'd heard one of the newer agents laughing about, but even though he had thought about trying it himself, he had decided against it because he knew April would be bemoaning the effect if would have on her figure.
Well, after feeding all of them a bean-filled meal followed by a prune-laden one, she could bloody well hire a seamstress to let her skirts out so far as he was concerned. He hoped the others were faring better than he was.
