Repression.

Ray’s in the bathroom, screaming about being naked, and clutching her chest.

NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED! NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED!

I say to Lee, “I can see where repression would be a logical thing.”

NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED! NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED!

“How so?”

NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED! NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKED!

“Imagine trying to keep all that bottled up for twenty years.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! BAM! BAM! BAM!

“I guess so.”

I go back in the bathroom with a clean shirt. She’s squeezing her nipples at the mirror and yelling, “Bam! Bam! Bam!”

“Are you ready for a shirt?” I ask her.

“Ready!” I slip the shirt over her head and she’s on her way to something else.