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Emma being Emma—coveredher eyes and screamed like a child that she saw her brother without a shirt.She then took her bag and ran down the hall, still wailing.

“This is going to beawesome.” I said as he sprawled out on my bed again, ice cream in hand.

“How long does it taketo show up?”

“I’ve never used it soI’m not sure...but we’re going to findout though.” I waggled my eyebrows at him.

“This shit is gonnamake me fat.” He tipped the carton in hand to read the nutritional facts orlack thereof.

“You know, the lasttime you filled her lotion with that she smelled like burnt popcorn for aweek.”

Jameson looked up fromhis carton confused.“Last time?”

“Right before you leftfor Pocono.”

“Ah yes,” he laughed.“That was actually Tommy.”

And I wasn’t surprisedat all by that.

A few hours later,Jameson was helping me shower. Well actually, I should rephrase that. I wastrying to shower with my two-hour maximum amount of time standing during theday, and Jameson was making sure I didn’t miss any spots. I had so much fuckingsoap on me right then I could be a bubble bath model.

“Seriously Jameson,” Islapped his hand away, the water exaggerated the sound. “Enough with the soapalready,”

“Sorry, I got carriedaway.” He mumbled and proceeded to pout.

“Here, look.” I’m verygood at distracting.

“Ah...shit, Sway...that’s...”he voice faded.

“Amazing?” I finished.

“Yes, yes, amazing.”

Only problem withchecking bearing alignment and reciprocating motions with all the soap, it getsplaces you don’t want, like your eyes.

“I can’t see anything,”Jameson gasped wiping his eyes causing more of the soap to blind him. “Shit.”

“Don’t move...you got it in my eye now.” I told him,squinting.

Whatever happened totear free soap?

“Oh sorry...shit...it burns...toomuch soap in here.”

“Says the person whowas pouring it on my ass minutes ago,”

“That’s before you distractedme.” Jameson defended, trying to place the blame on me. “You shouldn’t havegrabbed me like that.”

“Here...hand me that hose thing over there.”

My hands werefrantically trying to find the hose until I found it...but it’s not the hose I’m looking for.

“Stop that...you’ll distract me again.”

“Oh sorry,” I giggled.“My bad,”

Soon Jameson found thecorrect hose thing and sprayed us down, washing away the bubble brigade. Oncethe bubbles are all gone we decide this really was a bad idea, got out of theshower, and finished the round in my bedroom.

I would much rather bedoing some align boring right now, instead of this assessment, but sadly thiswas all we were permitted to do. So I continued, as did Jameson.