"Stripper?" Fine, this time she was for sure bellowing. "What stripper?" To her complete horror, he stopped stroking her skin and glared up at her. He raised one of his hands off of her arm and pressed a forefinger to his lips in the time-honored shushing gesture. "What stripper?" she breathed for the second time, and he rolled his eyes. “Massive Martha,” he informed her helpfully, but then removed his other hand from her overheated skin to say the rest in clumsy sign language. “But she’s not that massive. You’re much bigger than she is…” He paused thoughtfully while he ran his eyes over her body and then switched back...