PART TWO

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A thousand artists have done their damnedest to paint her,

But all in vain.

And ev'ry day their hopes grow fainter;

The reason's plain.

For Victoria's also known as Victor,

Making it tricky to depict her.

Victor Victoria, Victor Victoria,

Victoria, what a victor you are!

She spreads confusion; her illusion is serene.

Behind the screen, is he a king or is she a queen?

She's such a tease; fellas like these,

Trying to please, get ill at ease.

Not sure if he's: Louee or Louise...

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Victor/Victoria; from the musical of the same name.

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[I would like to apologise to my very male (and straight) friend Clarry for stealing his name and using it for a girl]

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Serenity still doing carrying jobs around Newhall

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Warning for steamy stuff, particularly at the end

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Bethan flushed red as a beetroot and then went pale, “Please. I've been meaning to tell you, but it's been years since...”

Jayne stayed put, “Time for truthin'; and I reckon the whole crew needs ta hear why you ain't plain and true a girl. Coz I've had me a powerful number of women and I know female flesh when I see it.”

Bethan backed off a little, seeing the thunder in Jayne's eyes, “I'm naked!”

Jayne stayed stock still and raised one eyebrow, “So get dressed, then we'll hear your piece.”

“Please.. Pa?”

That single word went straight to the heart of Jayne without passing 'go' or collecting even one dollar. He'd never thought he'd hear anyone say it and it was a sucker punch. From that one word, he instantly built a whole edifice of defending his, well, daughter it had to be now, against all comers. It was the same as when Vera had said she loved him and meant it. He slowly turned his back on her but stayed in the doorway.

“Don't even think of makin' a run fer it, sweetheart. By the way, *are you Bethan?”

There was the sound of frantic dressing behind him, “Gramps swapped my fornames to protect me. I'm Clarry really.”

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In the order of a few minutes, Jayne tenderly frog-marched his daughter to the galley. Everyone gat