The door to the bathroom opened slowly. On the other side stood Samantha, well, Wet Samantha. Her shirt and face were completely drenched. The soaked fabric sticking to her skin revealing the outline of her bra beneath. Her eyes read both of anger and surprise.
"Did you fall in?" barely was able to escape my mouth before she punched me in the chest. Damn she hits hard I thought as I fell back laughing.
"You're such an ass James!" she laughed as she peeled the wet clothe back from her skin; stretching it to see the damage. "I mean look at me! you could have told me!" she couldn't hide her smile.
I tried to keep my composure. But...
"I'm sorry Sammie. But you look like a drowned rat." She hit me again. I fell onto the bed rolling in laughter.
"You punk!" she said jumping on top of me as
