Having bumped into Chey heading for the laundry room with Buck's clothes, Debbie hastened to the bathing room. Chey had passed her something, sliding it into the stack of towels that Debbie was carrying there. The door creaked as Debbie wandered in, pretending that she didn't know Buck was in there. "Oh my goodness Sir!" she exclaimed, a blush rising to stain her cheeks above the stack of towels. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize the room was occupied... Oh my, my, my! You're a fine specimen, aren't you?" She winked and indicated the stack of towels.
Buck smiled in embarrassment, almost as bashful as JD had been a little bit ago. "Umm, I was just waiting for Miss Chey to return," he said.
"Oh my, that Chey sure is fast isn't she?" Debbie indicated the stack of towels again, parting them briefly to expose his gun belt there. The man looked relieved and grinned. "Well, I'll leave you to your ministrations then," Debbie added, placing the stack of towels nearby, "and bid you a very pleasant evening." She hurried out and closed the door, instantly melting in a pool of hot flashes.
Chey returned in time to witness Debbie's exit from the bathing room. Walking up to her, she smiled, "I do believe Mr. Standish is a bit on the lonely side. Maybe tomorrow you can share your expertise with Mr. Wilmington, provided he isn't too exhausted from his... um... bath. And I can share mine with Mr. Standish?"
Debbie smiled. "Why, yes of course, Sister,
dear. Sharing is a good thing. Sometimes."