Quot;What's the long-term plan?" Canton grabbed the bouquet of silverware and dried each piece.

Randi snorted with a smile. "Make it through the rest of this semester." She grinned over at Canton who returned it. "I'm glad I started this way: just taking the two classes during the summer course. It's harder on some ways because the semester is so much shorter, but it's shorter."

"And, I bet nothing transferred, did it?"

"Nope." Randi tackled the glass baking pan next, grabbing a scrubbing pad for the job. "All my credits were more than ten years old, so nadda."

"Oh man, that sucks!'

"Tell me about it! When I was in school before, I was taking eighteen credit hours a semester, so I had quite a few classes stacked up." She tried to snap her fingers, but the wet soapy water her hands had been in for the past ten minutes caused a dull soapy splash, which caught Canton right in the face. Randi looked at her with wide, surprised eyes. "I'm sorry."

Canton wiped her face with the towel then looked at Randi with a raised brow and clear intent in her eyes.

"Hey now, it was an accident," Randi said, slowly taking a step back from Canton, who had grabbed one of the glasses she'd just dried and dunked it into the sink of rinse water, her gaze never leaving Randi. "Canton, whatever you're thinking of doing-"

Randi squealed as Canton grabbed her by the front of her shirt and tugged her towards her, dumping the entire half-filled glass over Randi's head. "Oops!" Canton exclaimed, her eyes twinkling and a devilish grin on her face.

Randi gasped as water cascaded down her face and shirt. She was just glad it was warm and not cold water. "Oh, you aresoin for it!"

The war was on as both women grabbed anything they could: water, leftover salad from the bowl that had yet to be put into the fridge. The coup de grace was when Randi grabbed a can of Reddi Whip from her fridge, literally sitting on Canton on the kitchen floor as she squirted the creamy white goop into Canton's hair, both giggling like school girls. Canton managed to wrestle the can away from her, grabbing the front of Randi's shirt and squirting the whipped cream down into her bra before squishing it in with her hand on the front of Randi's shirt.

Randi gasped, the goop cold and absolutely disgusting feeling. "I can't believe you did that!" Without thinking, Randi whipped off her shirt and grabbed Canton's face, forcing it into the whipped cream cushion that had formed on and between her breasts.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 561