diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
index 64ab1924144941346b316531403f046c12d80c8e..2cd771996fe479a6d871d4bea2853a11c208fbdc 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
@@ -1679,7 +1679,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
 			{
 				get text() {
 					const r = [];
-					r.push(`<p>After a light lunch, the family assembled in the entry hall. Sarah rode in her mother's cleavage, playing with a tablet as they waited on Cathy. When Cathy made her way into the hall Scott frowned at her. "You're not going out dressed like that." Cathy looked down at herself. "What's wrong with this? This shows of my body well enough, right?"</p>`);
+					r.push(`<p>After a light lunch, the family assembled in the entry hall. Sarah rode in her mother's cleavage, playing with a tablet as they waited on Cathy. When Cathy made her way into the hall Scott frowned at her. "You're not going out dressed like that." Cathy looked down at herself. "What's wrong with this? This shows off my body well enough, right?"</p>`);
 					r.push(`<p>She wore jeans and a T-shirt made a few sizes too small by her regimen of growth drug. "Why don't you put on that bikini I gave you?" Cathy just furrowed her brow and said nothing. Scott sighed and said, "Just don't wear pants and show some cleavage. For god's sake, people show more skin at funerals than you do." Cathy frowned, but went back to change. When she came back she was wearing the Holstein pattern skirt and blouse he had given her earlier. "You're going to wear that?" he asked. "What's wrong now?" He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Nothing, nothing. Let's go."</p>`);
 					r.push(`<p>The family left, made their way to an elevator and rode it down a few floors before exiting. As they turned the corner onto the street, the creamery came into sight. The family continued onward until Sarah spoke up. "Daddy, where's Cathy?" Scott looked back and saw that Cathy had stopped walking a few`);
 					if (V.showInches === 2) {