[Oh no, he remembers that incident and has to press the back of his hand to his mouth to keep from laughing. My, how the time flies.]
You're right, that won't do at all.
[His hands move lower, sudsing up Concord's sides and then his hips. He also keeps his knee firmly in place, to give Concord something to grind against while he works.]
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You're right, that won't do at all.
[His hands move lower, sudsing up Concord's sides and then his hips. He also keeps his knee firmly in place, to give Concord something to grind against while he works.]
This oil really gets everywhere, doesn't it?