The Pirate's Tale. Grace D'Otare

      Distracted by the conversation, and getting more comfortable in his company, she scrubbed lower. A corner of the coverlet dropped into the water.

      “Bother.” Reasoning that he couldn’t see behind his back, she shook the blanket off her shoulders and onto the floor. Without the quilt she was able to move more freely. Scrubbing lower into the water, she admitted, “I think perhaps the Sisters meant to warn you off.”