RH part 9
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“The story is this,” said Ophelia, in a tone that betrayed no amusement. She was not surprised to see Horatio’s now flaccid, wet member hanging sadly from the hem of the women’s undergarment that he now wore almost daily, always proudly. Her attention was instead drawn in disbelief to the remainder of Horatio’s feminine attire. “The story is that you, Horatio, have wounded me deeply.”
His lips crimson, his eyelids indigo, and his man-boobs still heaving, Horatio replied with a falsetto laugh. “And how might I have caused such a wound, my lady? For as you can well see, my truncheon is spent, and spent on another.”
“It is not your love weasel of which I speak, Horatio. It is of your gown. Your garment.”
“Is the lady intimidated by my décolletage, of my deft choice of colour, or of my perfectly-selected accessories?”
“It is of none of those, Horatio. None of those. It is of what I see upon you that is so familiar to me. Of what is mine. Of what you have taken from me, no doubt after rummaging through my armoire.”
Again, Horatio giggled wildly. “Oh, just say it, my dear Madame. Say it! You know you must!”
“I will say it, Horatio, for you have taken what is mine, and I shall demand its return in haste. You have done this, this unspeakable act….
YOU HAVE RIPPED OFF MY BODICE!”
