Shell Him What For
Short lived it would be, certainly. Meenah had been swimming for hours, doing her own thing in the water her palace resided in, under, and around. When she finally came up to take a breath of air, she was surprised to find the stairs in tip top shape.
She would change that.
Salt water drenching her clothing and hair, she began walking up the stairs to find John. It was a fairly long trek, apparently this kid had done this before. She stripped most of her clothing off as she went up the stairs, shoes, shirts, jeans, and belt lay behind her on the stairs traveling upwards. She was left in a god bikini (that showed off her rather nice figure) when she found John. Salt water trailed behind her all the way up the stairs, much like her hair.
âHey Crocker, you did a decent job. Thereâs a problem thoughâŠâ she spoke, folding her arms under her chest.
Almost immediately when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he mentally groaned. Not her. He didnât want to deal with her just yet, but unfortunately it seemed like there wasnât much of a choice otherwise. Sighing, he rubbed at his face before letting his hands fall to his lab, looking up at her with a disgruntled expression. âAnd what is that problem?â he questioned, frowning. While the bathing suit might make him take a glance or two usually, this girl resembled a younger version way too much for him to find an interest in her, as nice as she looked in the bikini.
















