I can’t control the obnoxious flush of embarrassment burning my face or the unfortunate rerouting of my body’s blood supply in a more… southerly...direction.“I used to read to kids at the library some weekends,” she continues. “I sprinkled a bit of fun voice acting into it to keep them coming back. Little shit-demons loved it.”I nod along, head buzzing from the cherry cola and vanilla scents that have my brain on spin cycle so effectively I swear I can see a blurred image of her.“I’d be willing. A bead of red stained the tip of her blade, drip-dripping blood down the front of the boy's shirt. She turned her cat-like gaze back to the Captain."Stand and deliver, sirrah. I'll take the notes, stuffed nice and pretty in that pouch on your desk, if you please." She pulled the sword away from the cabin boy and smiled prettily. "Now."Captain Farrell's eyes followed the path of her thin sword. It touched his chest, ripping a slash down the front of his old nightshirt. A few more strokes and the. When I farted, she clutched me to her breast and sobbed. I eventually had to talk to the costume lady. I needed to make sure I wasn’t wearing just tights or something when she did that. A dead guy with a boner was not something that belonged in a Shakepearean tragedy, but a production of shake a spear would do fine.I kind of loved Miren’s attention too much, and that led me to a bit of a crisis. I knew I couldn’t pursue this thing. chicken and shits just couldn’t happen. After rehearsal that. But wax her immediately, Marsha." "Open your eyes a moment honey." I did. "See, that shade is perfect for his coloring, and themascara emphasizes it!" I closed them. "Oh, my goodness what agorgeous woman she'll be when her breasts come in! I'm sojealous!" "Of course she can take all of these home, the wig too,I have so many others! Andy'll bring the rest when he comes toyour place for dinner next week after taking me to the airport. They'll pretty much fill the car." Marsha's voice. "You.