He stiffened for a moment but then she felt his muscles loosen as he shitted on the ground.
Shifted — he SHIFTED! God, I am so appalled, not to mention horrified that anyone would think that’s what I wrote.
When Chris read this to me, I had to wonder:
Me: Do you think she’s horrified that people would think she wrote that her character took a dump, or that they’d think she wrote shitted instead of shat?
Chris: She’s a romance novelist. They generally don’t work blue.
We were both reminded of a (possibly apocryphal) story from decades back (which I think I first encountered on GEnie’s SFRT), in which a romance author not only named her hunky male sex object Drek, but opened her book with “Drek was hard and brown from long hours in the sun.”