I have never seen an unclad male form in my life, and I haven't suffered for the lack."
"By an extraordinary coincidence, I haven't seen an unclad male form in my life, either. I'd say it's time to remedy the situation." Tugging his shirt open, Amy peered down at his chest.
"We can't look at him when he's unconscious! It's . . . it's immoral." Miss Victorine fanned herself with her handkerchief.
Coal watched the white cotton as if contemplating if it would shred.
"Dear Miss Victorine, we abducted him from his own estate. I hardly think sneaking a peek at his chest compares." Letting his shirt drop back, Amy added, "Besides, we looked at his ."
"That's different." Miss Victorine leaned closer. "What color is it?"
"What color is what?" Amy teased.
"You know. The hair on his body."
Amy flashed her a grin. "Red."
"Appropriate," Miss Victorine said crisply.
"Why do you say that?"
"You're gazing upon the gateway to hell."
"I don't think I looked that far," Amy said reflectively.
"By an extraordinary coincidence, I haven't seen an unclad male form in my life, either. I'd say it's time to remedy the situation." Tugging his shirt open, Amy peered down at his chest.
"We can't look at him when he's unconscious! It's . . . it's immoral." Miss Victorine fanned herself with her handkerchief.
Coal watched the white cotton as if contemplating if it would shred.
"Dear Miss Victorine, we abducted him from his own estate. I hardly think sneaking a peek at his chest compares." Letting his shirt drop back, Amy added, "Besides, we looked at his ."
"That's different." Miss Victorine leaned closer. "What color is it?"
"What color is what?" Amy teased.
"You know. The hair on his body."
Amy flashed her a grin. "Red."
"Appropriate," Miss Victorine said crisply.
"Why do you say that?"
"You're gazing upon the gateway to hell."
"I don't think I looked that far," Amy said reflectively.
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