Colt laughed, "Well, that would be horrible." He wrapped his arms around her and covered her ears, but left it where she could still hear. "Don't say that horrible word around her."
"It wouldn't hurt that bad." he smiled, "But I'll stop." He kissed her forehead and looked at the others. "Let's go get her some guy clothes." He laughed at the thought.
"You guys will have to try them on. That way you get clothes out of it too." She grinned,
"Ya, but how long will we be able to wear them?" He laughed.
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah