Pushing him away and covering herself as best she could with what little remained of the fabric, Katherine nearly ran mad. "What are you doing? People do exist! Can't you contain yourself?"
Marshall let her go, trying to control his need with a long breath. Katherine, meantime, stepped back a few paces but kept her eyes on him.
“How are you, Marshall? You seem strange."
Marshall gasped. "Lock the door."
Katherine scowled, but before she could respond, Marshall—much to her dismay—came to lower the blinds. "Go," Marshall commanded her. Fidgety, he looked up and spoke.
Katherine proceeded to lock the door, but she leaned against it as she considered the circumstances and remembered that Marshall had never spoken to her in that manner. "Tell me what happened."
Marshall's chest heave
