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Now to the left.
Straight on.
Yep, his left breast was slightly higher than the right.
Vic sighed. "Damn plastic surgeons."
But the really strange thing was the vagina.
A vagina takes getting used to.
He'd asked Li Ann (now the illustrious King Ludwik I of Greenland)
what to expect, but she'd been busy trying to convince her erection
that now was not a good time.
The pressures of pretending to rule were enough without the whole
genitalia thing.
Vic glanced at the bed.
Yes, he thought.
The green dress.
No, the pink.
Damn.
All she could think during the staged banquet with the Swedish
diplomats was that Vic looked hot in a dress.
Li Ann had trouble reconciling her memories of Vic-as-Vic with the
delectable image of Queen Vesta's cleavage across the table.
Oh great.
Her new acquisition was quite appreciative as well.
Li Ann dropped a napkin into her lap, hissing "go away!" under her
breath.
No response.
She tried flicking it.
That... well, that didn't work exactly, but it was definitely an action
that bore further study.
Countdown to mission time.
The Director paced restlessly.
Mac tried to bite her.
She kicked his rubber ball at him, which he managed to catch and
balance on his nose.
If seals could smirk, he would be right now.
"Mac, stop being tiresome. Remember, once Vic and Li Ann's limo stops,
you'll have 15 seconds to get out of the way before our team moves in
on the seal tamers. Got that?"
Mac barked.
The Director rolled her eyes, and gave him some smelt.
"You can still speak, Mac."
"I know. I'm just practicing."
It had gone off just as planned: the seal tamers were captured,
Greenland was in a state of non-blowed up-ness, and no one was
injured.
Vic's dress, however, was dirt-smeared, and he wouldn't shut up about
it.
"This is Chanel!" he whined, turning to Li Ann for sympathy.
She had her head down in the backseat, looking at her lap and doing
something that involved making booooing noises followed by giggles.
Mac the seal looked on, either unimpressed or contemplating where to
bite her first.
In the driver's seat, the Director sighed.
"Don't worry, Vic. In a few hours, you'll all undergo surgery again
and then, God willing, this nightmare will be over."
Vic cheered.
Li Ann pouted.
Mac clapped his fingers, barking loudly.
The Director thought longingly of her favorite riding crop.
e turned to the right, eyes still focused on his image in the mirror.
