Right. Not not staring. Well, kind of... not being sure where to stare, which counted, right?

Though the lily was kind of, you know. There. Really really really there and no less dirty than she remembered it just because it was on somebody else's breast. Ulp. Not just somebody else's but------

Oh God, Francine, just stop THINKING!

"I am so, so sick of this," she finally said, crossing the carpet with a surprising lack of falling on her ass for how quickly she was moving.