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Show Nettie, Page 98 around her waist and pulled her over to him. "You're a pretty little thing, you know that?" Nettie whirled out of his grasp by instinct more than anything else. She'd had no experience like it to draw on. Catching Rose's eye, she drew her out to the kitchen for a conversation. "That man at my station grabbed me around the waist. What do I do with him?" "I saw the bum grab at you. I think you handled it fine, Nettie," Rose bolstered her. "Serve him from across the table if you have to. Never mind etiquette with a clod like that." Nettie nodded. His entree was a large steak, sizzling in its own juices. Nettie rushed it out to him. Staying near the other side of the table she grasped the platter and leaned over to place it in front of him. "Now, Red, come on over and be a little nicer to me," he crooned, and grabbed Nettie's arm. "You keep your hands to yourself, buster, or this steak will be in your lap instead of your stomach," Nettie heard herself saying with something of a shock. 'Now that's no way to be," he persisted. "It can't hurt to be nice to a guy." He seemed to have five or six hands, all of them grabbing at her. In full anger at last, Nettie turned the platter and watched the steak slither dowj the front of the man's suit. The hot juices spattered on his shirt and burned through to his skin. As he jumped up to yell, Nettie |