'What on God's green earth...' Marianne was the first to speak, finally finding her tongue whilst waving her hands around dramatically. I managed to pull a sheet halfway around myself. It didn't cover me well, but it was better than being in full view, brandishing my birthday suit for all to see. Knowing my luck, I'd have a whole congregation of viewers before long. My cheeks were so red I imagined right now; the international space station could see me. I could picture astronauts rolling about laughing at my expense. Clamping my thighs together, my hands shifted constantly, some vain attempt to protect my violated modesty.
'Marianne, if I hear anyone gossiping about...about this I'll know where to come.' Callaghan spun around to face her, he was doing his Frankenstein impression, loomin
