"I don't know about the camera," Billy said, watching his stepmother's hand, "but keep that up, and I'm about ready to shoot!"
"Oh!" Lisa said, slightly surprised.
She then stood, and began to head out of the room.
"Well, let's get some paper towel or something, and...", she started.
"No time!" Billy said, interrupting.
Quickly, he unzipped his pants. With his boxers still not properly in place, it caused him to release straight up into the air. His white spray arced in the air, and then landed on the couch nearby.
"Billy!" Lisa said, now upset with him, as she noticed the stain.
"What?!" he asked simply.
"Look what you did!" she said, pointing it out. "I'll never be able to sell this place if you keep damaging it like that!"
"It's your fault, too!" he said. "If you hadn't done all that rubbing,...", he said motioning in the air the way she had with her hand.
"Whatever!" she said. "Not much I can do about it now!"
"No," he agreed, "but you can prevent it by giving me a future target!" |