Devon was attracted to her hair, Sean had told her. The men, it would seem, appreciated her quirky dress sense. But what about when she was raw? Naked. And she didn’t mean what she looked like without clothes. No make-up. No war paint. Her hair, neat, but not pulled into a tight chignon, and loose about her shoulders. Without a bra, her large breasts were pendulous. Her waist, hips, and thighs, without her wonderful tug-it-all-in underwear, were rounded and thick.
