George: Shower
George came home from school, shivering from the torrential rain that had poured on his clothes. The forecast for the day was supposed to be gorgeous, so he only wore a small dress shirt, and shorts that were now soaked, thanks to bad weatherman. My mom’s going to kill me, he thought. He tried sneaking up the nearby set of stairs. “George!” He flinched, and turned around to face his mom. His mom was wearing a white skirt that fluttered when she walked, and it was right above her knees, Her shirt was a pink low-cut v-neck that plunges lower than it ought to. Her deep red hair flowed around her as she walked over to him and patted him from head to foot, to feel the level of wetness he had accumulated outside. She …