One Final Shove
stop licking your arms- the flippin’ nipple
- My sister ditched me
- breathless rumor-mongering
- a sluglike glob of substance
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One final shove from Tessa sent me through the hole and I landed atop John in a painful heap. So far, no poop, which meant I’d been right about how disused this outhouse was. I scrambled off John and stood with my back against the wall, making room for Tessa. John wasn’t as quick, and in a second Tessa came feet-first through the hole and landed gracefully on top of him, the oil lamp in her hands.
John groaned. I reached down to help him stand and found him nuzzling his own arms. “What the hell, stop licking your arms!” I cried.
John threw me both a withering look and a gesture from our Academy days called the flippin’ nipple. “They hurt,” he complained.
“What are you, a dog? Licking them isn’t going to help.”
“I don’t need this from you,” John said. “My sister ditched me at the auction because of all your breathless rumor-mongering. I had to finish the job by myself.
I wondered which sister he was talking about.
“On your feet,” Tessa said. She reached to help John stand, but recoiled when she saw a sluglike glob of substance on his gloved hand. “That had better be a slug,” she muttered savagely.
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