“Uh, wha-? M-my own??” Techie’s entire body turns a cherry red, brighter than his hair, and he’s so embarrassed (and slightly aroused?) at the ensuing mental image that he splutters and has to cover his face with his hands.
“Uh, wha-? M-my own??” Techie’s entire body turns a cherry red, brighter than his hair, and he’s so embarrassed (and slightly aroused?) at the ensuing mental image that he splutters and has to cover his face with his hands.