Please Stop Ripping My Bodices Lathaniel, thou knowest how I crave thy touch. Many a night—and morn, and afternoon!—have I lain enfolded in thine arms, as thou tendered thy lips upon my ivory throat and plundered my crevices with thy capable, veiny fingers. But there is a matter we must discuss. Lathaniel. You have to stop ripping my bodices. Yes, thou didst detect a switch t…