"What do you think you're doing," hissed Marc.
"I like to look my best when gentlemen are calling," giggled Toffee.
Frantically, Marc rushed and grabbed a sheet, then rushed to Toffee with some idea of concealing her. Of course Toffee was of no mind to have her obvious charms hidden, and a wild struggle ensued.
Slowly, the door opened and an aged head appeared in the opening. Large watery eyes fell on the disturbing scene and became even larger. Instantly, the head disappeared and the door slammed to.
"There, now see what you've done," yelled Marc.
Toffee threw the sheet disdainfully aside.
"And what do you expect a lady to do when she's attacked?"
"Attacked!" Marc screamed indignantly.
"Just because another man comes into the room is no reason for you to go showing off like a juvenile delinquent."