It's Pronounced Mrotek, Baby

"Tati," he whispered to me from the opposite end of the couch.

"What?" I hissed.

"I have a question." I nodded, curling my legs underneath of myself. "Your not gonna be my sex slave, are you?"

I held back a giggle at how pathetic his voice sounded. He was pouting, looking adorable with his lip jutted out towards me. We had headed home from Poncho's and I had collapsed on the couch. He didn't try to come any closer than 3 feet.

"No."

"Tatiana." he moaned, standing immediately. He jumped on the balls of his feet, spinning in circles and whining.

"No." I laughed. He looked like a white kid on acid, dancing around his living room.

"I'll change your mind." He grinned suddenly, sliding his fingers under the straps of his suspenders.

"How you gonna do that, Andrew?"

"Easy. I'm going to wrap you around my finger. You'll be ready to do anything I say when I'm done."

"How exactly is this going to happen?" I knew if I didn't cut his rant off now, he'd go on forever.

"Strip tease."