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The Choices We Make | Ooohkitty | 21

 

"Do you smell something burning?" you say.

"That would be me. I'm on fire for you baby," Eve says as she pulls you closer and begins to kiss you again.

"No really." You turn to see your shirt in flames. When Eve tossed it she most have tossed it to close to the candles. The fabric of the shirt burns on her dresser. Melting candle wax and melting rayon mix together to creating a sticky burning mess. Smoke begins to pour as the wood of the dresser catches fire.

"Shit!" you yell as you get up. You toss the first liquid you see at the fire. It goes from a slight fire to a blaze as the alcohol in glass adds to the flames.

"SHIT!" you say as you grab a blanket and try to smother the flames but the liquid flames only clings to the blanket and set it ablaze.

"Shit shit shit SHIT!" you scream as you toss the blanket on top of the rest of the flames.

Eve bursts back into the room. 'When did she leave?' you think. She pulls the pin from the fire extinguisher. A blast of white foam coats the room and the fire quickly dies.

"Shit". You turn and see Eve laughing. "What's so funny"

"Hell I know I was hot but still..." Eve says with a huge smile.

"Can I see that for a sec?" you say as you point to the extinguisher.

She hands it over to you with an odd look on her face. You turn it quickly and pull the trigger. She gets coated in the thick foam.

"Why the hell did you do that." she screams as she wipes the foam from her eyes.

"Better safe then sorry" you say in a fit of laughter. "Don't want you catching the rest of the house on fire, hot stuff."

Then the fire alarm goes off.

You and Eve run out of the room to knock the alarm off the wall. Both Christy and Kathy coming running out. When they see the two of you they both burst out laughing. You're standing there naked swinging a fire extinguisher at the fire alarm. Next to you is Eve coated in white foam wearing pigtails and lace.

Rebecca's head pops up from behind the couch.

"What the hell is going on?" she says half asleep.

"Becca, I... ah... can explain," you stutter.

 

What's your explanation?

 
 
 

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