[acnielsen guy]

I am weak from the vapours, draped like a small drift of gossamer silk on the fainting couch...a little butterfly on acajou mouchete...

I was totally unaware of your delicate condition mon enfant chéri, what may appear to be the vapours could indeed be… I hesitate to broach such a delicate matter, but perhaps the lady is enceinte. In any event get thee to an apothecary forthwith. Naturally mademoiselle your gallant Captain, stands ready to veil votre derrière with a drift of gossamer silk in case you meet any of my crew en route.

Alas dear lady your condition has also affected your reading comprehension as Ivan lays full fathoms five in the Black Sea. Peradventure I could get the Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeping 'neath the light of the cold northern star to be your locum

[palo verde]

lol goody he has a way with words
all I got is he is gonna veil your tushy
luckily I understand french

[palo verde]

oh ac how sweet of you to come on and elevate our thread

[GoodyBrown]

sigh ~ Dear Freddie ~ a blush steals across the delicate features, the eyelashes lower, a tiny satin-shod foot stamps the floor barely peeking from the petticoats. Your wispy wrench, Goody cannot read... only tat a little. Ask Spit.