2. (Continued from 1.)

One of the Musketeers catching Milathos in flagrante delicto. Whichever Musketeer you want, i think their reactions would all be funny.

Porthos knocked the door to the Captains office andregretted it immediately.

Milady was sitting on the table, right where he himself wassitting last night with her back to him. The back was arched, her gorgeous hair falling down in waves and Porthos caught himself staring for a moment. She was a deadly creature, beautiful like most dangerous things.

"Whoever it is he can't talk to you right now." Milady's raspy voice broke his reverie.

There was no sight of Athos so Porthos found himself asking:

"I'm sorry do you know where I could find him?"

"Oh he is right… Here… Just busy." Her words came out in gasps and something didn't quite add up.

Then it dawned on him. God. That wasn't done. He couldn't believe his own filthy mind. No way. Surely…

"Yes, Porthos, this is exactly what you're thinking now please leave." She finally snapped and he hurried to get out of that unholy room.

Oh my. That didn't just happen. Athos wouldn't… No self-respecting man would… Need to find Aramis. Oh, here he is.

"Aramis!"

"Yes, Porthos?"

"Come, now there's something I need to ask you…"