Zipping up a dress should not be this hard, but Katchoo kept wavering -- not a state of mind she liked or was used to -- between trying to keep her hands exactly where they were in the no-touching zone and smoothing down the fabric of Francine's dress, wishing it wasn't so easy to imagine the play of light over skin as the muscle beneath made it move. "Stop worrying, Francie. You're going to -- you look amazing."