Date: Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:39:27 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief Encounters  Chap 83

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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As ever readers, comments, ideas, memories or even plot lines all accepted
free of charge!

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Chapter 83 – In the firing line


As Ian slept blissfully on, a couple of miles away cocooned within the
olfactory properties of Nigel's bedroom, Davey was still lying on the spunk
stained green carpet. Now on his back with the white briefs pulled down to
his knees his cock poked proudly in the direction of heaven, which was
where he thought he had just been. In the guise of an exceptionally randy
guardian angel, Art had accompanied Davey all the way to his first dry
orgasm both being excitedly chaperoned by Nigel. For some time Davey had
thought that there was something between Art and his older brother which
could be connected with the mysterious practice of wanking and he now knew
how right he had been.

Not only that, he had also correctly reasoned that the mysterious subject
of wanking was indeed something to do with the constant and often
embarrassing erections he had been recently experiencing. And embarrassing
they certainly were. With a veritable monster of an organ at only ten years
old his erections couldn't be missed and so at school he always checked to
see if others were trying to hide their cocks as he did. They had, but what
really surprised him was to discover that he had what appeared to be the
biggest cock in his class and that wasn't even when it was hard! Only a
week ago it had started to engorge and poke out of the leg of his grey
shorts when playing football in the playground and ever since his
classmates hadn't let him forget it.

Art was kneeling in front of Davey, his own clothes crumpled up around his
knees with his rampant cock sticking out in front. He had already made the
comparison and had been very shocked to see that the ten year old's was
easily a the match for the length, if not in girth of his own. Nigel was
kneeling directly behind Art, his own jeans and stained Y-fronts also
pushed down to expose the size of organ that Davey would develop later, the
lucky boy!

"Art.. please.." Nigel whispered in Art's ear, "I wanna fuck you!"

"You'll fuckin' split me in half with that thing!" Art half turned to look
behind, he grinned. "You fuckin' knows that."

"Hhmm.." Nigel's arm pulled Art into him, the wet end of his foreskin
pushing hard against Art's none to clean bumhole as it slid slowly down
between his buttocks.

"Well put yer cock between me legs and bloody pretend!" said Art raising
himself which allowed Nigel's cock to slip right down beneath his crack and
nestle behind his balls.

"I `spose."

Being entirely self-lubricating Nigel's cock soon forced it's way between
Art's legs leaving streaks of slippery precum in it's wake. Art looked down
at the slimy purple head now sticking out past his balls and took a deep
breath, as much as he wanted Nigel inside him the sheer size really
frightened him.

"There, cop hold of `eh!" hissed Nigel sounding more than rather excited as
he pushed himself firmly against Art.

Art could feel the hot breath on his neck. A shiver ran up his spine, he
didn't understand it but he wanted Nigel to hold him. "Nige.. hold
me.. tight."

"Wot? Oh right, course." Nigel wasn't really concentrating, he just pulled
Art closer. "Now, you hold me knob while I rubs meself between yer legs."

Art nodded, he felt safe in Nigel's arms. He glanced down at Davey, his
eyes were still closed and it seemed he was still recovering from his first
major dry climax.

"I wanna wank you and him off together." whispered Art, he turned to give
Nigel one of his special smiles.

"Don't fuckin' look like that!" it was Nigel's turn to feel the shiver,
"Yer, all right, but... I just hope mum don't come in!"

"Don't bleedin' say that!" Art giggled. "Just think, she'd see her little
baby boy on the floor with a gert big cock that's bigger than fuckin'
donkey's!"

"You seen a donkey's cock then?" Nigel pushed himself into Art again.

"Nah, but I've seen your's!"

"Oh piss off!"

Davey for his part had been equally surprised to see that his cock was
almost as big as Art's and lay there with his eyes closed with the utmost
satisfaction of knowing he was the centre of attraction. For the moment he
was content to take advantage of the situation and visibly shuddered on
feeling his cock being once again caressed by Art's hot, slightly clammy
fingers. Not having a foreskin of his own Art had been very intrigued and
had quickly grasped the different masturbation technique, noting that the
head was far more sensitive than his own circumcised organ.

His left hand occupied with Davey's young cock, he reached down between his
legs and instinctively encircled the fingers of his right hand around
Nigel's drooling cockhead. The prospect of simultaneously masturbating both
the brothers was becoming more and more arousing, so much so that Art knew
it wouldn't be long before he ejaculated himself.

Nigel wasn't far off either. The fact his cock was being very firmly
squeezed as it slid back and forth between Art's slippy thighs made it
almost feel as though it was being forced through a small hole. Pulling Art
closer on each stroke, he wondered if that was that the sort of feeling he
would one day experience when he finally did get inside Art's bum? Nigel's
hands soon busied themselves, his left probing deep inside Art whilst his
right tightly wrapped itself around Art's slippery member and began
vigorously masturbating.

Davey soon found he was to be on the receiving end of both sets of sexual
energy. Nigel was energising Art, who in turn had one hand clamped around
the gooey head of Nigel's cock as his other tightly gripped the exposed
head of Davey's preteen monster. As Art had already discovered by briskly
rubbing Davey's exposed cockhead, which normally protected by a foreskin he
could induce Davey into an amazing dry climax. After a few strokes it
appeared he wasn't that far off achieving his objective before Davey was
again squirming around on the floor and squeaking excitedly!

But who was going to be the first to cum?

Art's cock was already freely oozing precum when Nigel tightened his grip
around it and pulled Art to him, followed a moment later by two fingers
boring deep inside. Ramming the full length of his cock between Art's
thighs and almost forcing his balls between his legs he began to shake as
ejaculation took hold. Before Art knew it Nigel was groaning and forceably
discharged hot spunk everywhere, it slithered through Art's fingers and
hung in long, hot strings before descending onto Art's underpants and
partly over Davey lying below.

The inevitable chain reaction had started. With the two fingers violently
asserting them on Art's prostate and his cock in a vice like grip he
couldn't stop himself ejaculating. Whether it was empathy, telepathy or
solidarity brought on Art's frantic movements Davey wasn't entirely sure,
except that he too started to climax for a second time and all but passed
out in the excitement. Like Nigel, Art had lost all self control and was
spattering a seeming endless amount of hot semen over himself and Davey who
was lying in front.

After his second ever ejaculation Davey was the first to lose touch with
reality, rapidly followed by Nigel and then Art who slumped exhausted
against Nigel. Other than the sound of thumping heart beats and very heavy
breathing the silence reigned for nearly a full two minutes.

 "Oh fuck! Wot we done?"

Art shook himself awake. Propped up against Nigel who in turn was propped
up against him, it meant as he started to move Nigel began to topple over!

"Wot the fuck!" Nigel slumped over Art's back

"Fuckin' wake up." Art poked him roughly in the ribs.

Groggily sitting back up Nigel looked slowly around and surveyed the scene
then to Art's surprise leant over and kissed him on the back of his neck.

"Wot's doing," said Art surprised, "you soppy cunt!"

"I still wants you." Nigel blushed. This was most un-Nigel like ti actually
show his emotions.

"You will, but we gotta do it right. I can't have you splitting me in two,
can I?" Art smiled, it was one of those smiles. "And not here for fucks
sake!"

"Bollocks. Don't fuckin' do that to me." Nigel felt the shiver run up his
back again. "Well, at least can I have me cock back?"

"Wot's mean?" Art grinned and squeezed his thighs together knowing full
well Nigel was trapped.

"Just open yer fuckin' legs and let's have me cock back!"

Art eased his thighs apart allowing Nigel to slowly withdraw and wipe it as
it slid backwards.

"Ooohh..." Art flinched and grinned. "We'll do it soon, promise."

"Well get practising, go buy a bloody gert carrot or something," Nigel
grinned, "I want you, I do and soon."

"Yeah I.."

"Nige..." Art was interrupted by Davey who sounded distinctly feeble.

"Oh, you still here?" asked Nigel. He started giggling on seeing that the
ten year old appeared to be covered in spunk, they had certainly been no
shortage of it.

"Nige, me willy feels all funny."

"I ain't surprised and the bloody things still up innit?" said Art peering
down, "Cor, you're a lucky little bugger to have one that size. You really
is."

"Oh," Davey looked up, "you ain't hurt it have you?"

"No! Course not." replied Nigel. "It's `cause you cum for the first time
innit, it'll tingle for a bit I `spect."

"Oh."

He didn't sound very convinced and started to raise his head only to see
his stomach was plastered in blotches of something looking strange and
possibly gooey. Hesitantly he touched it.

"Best thing," added Art sniffing, "is to keep rubbing yer willy. I find
about every couple of hours is good if yer alone."

"Usually in the bog." added Nigel with a nudge.

"Why've I gotta rub it?"

"So do you then?" Art grinned and looked at Nigel.

"Wot's all this yukky stuff?"

Ignoring the ongoing conversation Davey was looking in disgust at the
numerous blobs of semen covering his stomach, erection and now his fingers.

"Well it's cum innit." replied Nigel, unaware that Davey knew little of the
mechanics of masturbation despite the fact that Nigel's room was endowed
with a veritable proliferation of cum stains, cum rags and home made
wanking accessories.

"Wot's come?"

"We did." replied Art trying not to giggle.

"Wot?"

"Yer we both did."

"Come from where?"

"Well I come here this morning to make him cum!" Art looked at Nigel and
playfully slapped his bum.

"And we didn't know you was coming as well did we?" added Nigel sniggering.

Davey was thoroughly confused. His first climax had left him not only
drained physically, but also emotionally and now felt at a loss since he
really understand the ongoing banter between the older boys.

"Nige," he now sounded rather tearful, "you help me get dressed.. I wanna
go."

"Yer, `course."

Nigel looked at Art and then Davey. The penny had finally dropped, they
both recognised that Davey needed support at this important event in his
life and not a ridiculously surreal dialogue. Doing their best to avoid the
sticky coating they got him to his feet where he wobbled about as Nigel
attempted to wipe some of the excess semen off him using the nearest thing
to hand, in this case his pyjamas!

"Wot's yer mum gonna say when she see's them now?" asked Art pointing to
the sodden striped jacket.

"Nothin', she's given up, they's always been covered it!" Nigel grinned and
held up the trousers. The area around the fly was no longer blue and white
stripes, but a dingy blue on a crusty yellow background.

"She know's you wanks then?"

"Yeah, she'd start saying things when I was doing it at thirteen, but she's
given up now."

"Fuck! Me mum would go nuts."

"Bloody hell, don't forget she's going nuts now, that's why we gotta tidy
the room innit? She don't care about me jama's, it's the fuckin' mess!"
Nigel nodded towards Davey. "Let's get him out and get on with it."

"Right." Art smiled reassuringly at Davey. "Now, has yer willy stopped
hurting?"

"Sort of." he nodded. In fact he was now rather enjoying the attention
again and in particular being dressed by Nigel was sort of exciting,
arousing even.

"Oh fuck!" Nigel, looked up from where he had been starting to pull Davey's
shorts up.

"Wot?"

"I think yer pants are a bit damp kid," Nigel smiled, "looks like Art
filled 'em up for you!"

"Wot?" he looked at Nigel puzzled, what was he on about now?

"Davey, I want you to pop along to the baker for me.."

"That's mum!" Davey looked aghast. "Me shorts, pull 'em up, quick!"

Nigel raised his eyebrows and looked over at Art before he took hold and
roughly pulled up both Davey's shorts as requested.

"Bloody hell!" screeched Davey pulling a face to show his disgust for the
transformation of his clean briefs into cold, sticky cotton. "Wass in
'em.. it's horrible!"

"Keep yer fuckin' voice down!"

"Davey was that you swearing... I hope not!" called the voice from down
below. "Now come on and hurry up, I've done you a little shopping list."

"Coming mum.." he looked at Nigel for moral support as he felt the
underpants already beginning to cling to his skin.

"Cum? You just fuckin' have you dirty little sod!" interrupted Art
grinning. "First time too, I reckon!"

"Oh..."

"Fuckin' hell, well don't let her get up here!" Nigel was now in full panic
mode.

A good half hour's theoretical tidying had only produced yet more chaos and
now both he and Art were only partially dressed. Davey became propelled to
the door.

"Come on Davey you gotta help, just fuck off quick and see wot she wants!"

It seemed to Davey that just about Art's entire load of spunk had been
absorbed by his briefs and was now smeared all around his lower
body. Feeling as though he had been daubed with glue he scowled at Nigel
and made his way across the room accompanied by a strange feeling that
something was running down between his legs!

"I'll make it up..." said Nigel struggling to pull his briefs and jeans up
over his burgeoning erection, "I promise.."

"You'd better!"

His briefs clinging to his legs, Davey walked awkwardly to the door,
turning he looked back and half smiled at Art before going downstairs. In
fact, knowing the slimy stuff was a joint product of his brother and Art it
felt quite erotic as his stiffening cock confirmed. The sticky briefs were
certainly a price worth paying now that he knew what wanking was all about,
besides he also knew of Art and Nigel's little secret.


At somewhere gone ten o'clock Ian had woken up and instinctively started
pushing the bedclothes down to expose his tenting pyjama trousers.

The sickly smell of congealed sperm, unwashed boy and Sunsilk soon filled
the air. Smiling to himself he tugged at the yellowing pyjama cord and
opened the fly to reveal the Wolsey briefs he had now worn for over twenty
four hours.  Still damp in places from the previous evenings ejaculation he
started to rub the outline of his erection through the yellow stained
cotton. Wearing the disgusting underpants was now quite a turn on, in fact
a very big turn on.

Lying on his back he continued rubbing and tried to open his legs only to
discover that of course that wearing pyjama trousers was quite a
hindrance. Laughing to himself he kicked the bedclothes back over the end
of the bed and followed that by kicking the trousers off which flew through
the air to somewhere beyond the end of the bed. Now he really could return
to the matter in hand, so with legs spread wide and his knees pulled right
up he put his other hand around his buttocks. Once there it didn't take
long to slip it in through the side of his briefs to continue from where he
had left off hours earlier. Massaging his bumhole was a delightful
occupation, the remnants of the rather liberal coating of Sunsilk still
making his skin feel rather soft and slightly slippery.

Forgetting the effect of the previous evenings inadvertent enema and the
fact he might not have been as clean as he could be, his finger was soon
pressing the magic button located a couple of inches inside his hot
passage. A wet spot had already started to form on the front of his briefs
enabling him to rub the slippery cotton against the circumcised head
beneath. Plainly it wasn't going to be too long before another load of
gloriously hot cum was en route to fill the heavily stained pouch. Musing
about exactly what was it about wearing dirty underpants that had become
such a turn on he continued to explore his bum whilst rubbing his leaky
cock. Unfortunately for the briefs, doing that whilst so sexually aroused
had brought on another suitably exciting, if not particularly hygienic
idea!

Removing his anal finger with a slight plop he pushed it inside the fly of
the briefs aiming to collect as much of the precum that had oozed inside as
he could. Unaware that he was cleaning his finger at the same time on the
inside of the spunky briefs he easily coated it in precum and carefully
slipped it back in his bum. The mix of fresh precum and the remaining
Sunsilk was to provide sheer slippery bliss and ensure that sufficient anal
stimulation would guarantee ejaculation through just the prostate
activity. All too soon the efforts of his anal digit started the wonderful
sensation just prior to ejaculation itself and achieved without actual
penis manipulation. Initially the feeling of the spunk building within to
seemed to take longer, but once started it quickly turned into a shattering
climax at which point he just couldn't keep his hand off his pulsing
cock. Rubbing it vigorously through the slimy briefs ever more spunk
appeared to be forcing it's way through the thin fabric and over his
fingers.

Breathing heavily after his strenuous efforts he simply collapsed exhausted
back on the bed letting his legs gradually slide down and his fingers drop
from his bum to literally leave their mark on the sheet below. The other
hand covered in warm spunk still grasped his hard cock through the cum
ridden underpants which by now were so distended they barely covered his
bottom.

Whoever it was that built the house back in the thirties must have had him
or some other randy teenager in mind as they had cleverly incorporated a
parental early warning device! Ever since he could remember the stair just
prior to the half landing had creaked, giving him around six seconds to
stop whatever naughty act he was doing before the footsteps reached his
room.

That morning though, by the time he had realised a visitor was imminent of
the six seconds there only three were left and the mood of euphoria had
changed to absolute terror at the thought of being caught. Covered in
spunk, wearing just the unbuttoned pyjama jacket and the soggy briefs he
looked desperately for the bedclothes to cover himself up with. They were,
along with pyjama trousers somewhere on the floor well out of sight at the
end of the bed, all that remained within reach by the side of the bed was
the sheet. Moving at the speed of light or possibly just a touch slower, he
reached down to the floor and grabbed it hoping there was time to pull it
over himself and then feign sleep.

The bedroom door opened without even a cursory knock. It was his mother
Alice walking into the semi-darkness, she sniffed and let out a sigh of
disgust before dropping something onto the foot of the bed. Unaware that
Ian was still in bed she turned to draw the curtains and then opened a
window.

Sunlight flooded the room. For somebody who was only feigning sleep, Ian's
act was enhanced considerably as the strong light made him really blink.

"Oh mum!" he said sounding rather annoyed that she had just walked in
without knocking as he managed to sit up.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were still here," she turned looking quite
surprised and then smiled, "I thought I'd heard you get up and go in the
bathroom."

Now in the bright sunlight he started to rub his eyes, only to realise that
his fingers were still clammy with spunk, which was being rapidly
transferred to his face! It appeared to have stuck his eyelashes together
and some had gone into his left eye. Blinking he rubbed it with his other
hand, the one that had been up his none too clean bum! This was not the
greatest start to the day especially when he needed to be absolutely on
full alert in order to bluff the way out of his present predicament.

"Oh, where's your bedclothes?" she asked having noticed he was only covered
by the sheet. "Ah, I see on the floor!"

"Yer, it was hot last night." said Ian looking down. In the sunlight the
white top sheet wasn't so white any longer. More of a creamy colour in
places, particularly over the lump just below his stomach, the lump being
something he couldn't disguise.

"Yes, it was," she continued flitting around, "I expect we're going to get
another thunderstorm like the other night, this hot weather can't last
forever."

Like any other mother, tidiness was considered a virtue and she had already
bent down to pick up the bedclothes and was putting them back on the end of
bed.

"There, that's better and.. oh, what's that.."

The voice tailed off as she bent down again, standing up moments later she
dropped the spunky pyjama trousers on top of the heap bedclothes as though
they had contracted anthrax. The good mood had vaporised as quickly as the
spectre of adolescent masturbation had yet again thrown the shadow of it's
sticky pyjama trousers across her path. It could only be further
confirmation that Ian was indeed an incessant masturbator, an act she
disapproved of and had for some reason convinced herself it was something
he shouldn't really be doing.

Unfortunately, the truth was that he was and that he would!

In fact that she didn't want reminding of it at all. If further evidence
were needed all his clothes were now showing stains in one form or the
other and in particular the state of his underpants was becoming quite
disgusting, not of course that she looked! Unfortunately all such pure
thoughts and her own embarrassment concerning the subject had been greatly
exacerbated since catching him perched on the footboard of his bed dressed
in another boys underpants and ejaculating into them. Why had he come home
wearing another boys underpants anyway? And they were black at that! Black
underpants whatever next! What had he been doing at school to change
underwear with another boy anyway? Moreover, why had he started to rebel
against being the tidy boy he once was?

She could have easily answered these questions if she had thought how she
had constantly nagged and cajoled to transform him into the epitome of the
model schoolboy always immaculately turned out to the point that even his
brilliant white underpants had a crease ironed into them.

Such liberation from any semblance of personal hygiene as practised by Art
had a lot to answer for.

"Uumm, yeah it was hot wasn't it?"

Deep inside, Ian cringed as he visualise the wheels and visions of semen
stains going around in her head. Why couldn't she just let him be like
other boys without always having to be so impeccably turned out. He didn't
mind being smart, but not all the time and especially not at weekends.

"Anyway," she replied, giving him a sideways look which in other
circumstances would have turned any other luckless masturbator into a
pillar of salt "I only came up to give you the clothes that belong to that
other boy so you can return them."

"That other boy?" replied Ian in much the same spirit, now determined if he
was to go down, then he would go down fighting! "His name is Art, mum."

"Yes, Art that's right." she glanced at Ian and then down the bed only to
freeze yet again when she saw the top sheet, the more than obvious tent
surrounded by the freshly absorbed patches of cum.

"Uumm... I might see him later." for a split second their eyes met. It was
at that point Ian lost the battle. He turned bright red with embarrassment,
closed his eyes and unsuccessfully willed his erection to go down.

"Might you. Does he have any of your clothes?" he didn't have to see the
icy look, he could feel it! "Heaven help him.. if he's wearing
your.. underpants!"

That was a shot right between the his eyes, bright red turned to
purple. From the inflection in her voice it almost appeared as though she
wanted to say something else but didn't. It did however confirm his feeling
that all was not well. Obviously it wasn't! Far from it. Moving to stand
right by the side of the bed she very casually picked up Art's trousers
which were now so beautifully washed and ironed. At least if she couldn't
bring herself to address the subject by name then she would certainly make
her abhorrence to self abuse crystal clear.

"These are all washed and ironed now." frost was forming on the inside of
the windows

"That's nice."

"And.. so are these." triumphantly she held up the black bikini briefs and
then just to make the point looked at them very thoroughly. "Black is a
funny colour, you'd think it wouldn't show anything but I had a devil of a
job washing them"

Ian's embarrassment was almost complete, but not quite.

"Black underpants seem a very strange thing for a boy, don't you think?
I've never seen anything like them before." she twisted the knife a little
more as she recalled catching him ejaculating in the very same briefs. "I
certain wouldn't expect or want you to wear anything like that. Would you?"

"He'll be pleased." stuttered Ian after a short pause. By now he wasn't
really sure what to say that wouldn't either incriminate himself or inflame
the situation any more. A phrase from his English class was stuck in his
mind, hell hath no fury like woman!

Finally, the coup de grace as prompted by the sight of the semi-white sheet
that appeared to be shimmering in the sunshine and highlighting whatever
was lurking beneath. Having been in contact with Ian's briefs which were
already soaked and translucent with spunk, the thin sheet had easily
absorbed enough to appear wet. It was blatantly obvious why the sheet
looked wet and what it was that was beneath and would go soft as he had
hoped.

"You'd better give him these as well then." she sniffed and showed her
annoyance by tossing the briefs towards him, they landed directly on the
wet target. Pausing to survey Ian's discomfort and to underline her strong
views on the most distasteful of subjects she turned to leave the room.

"So, I didn't catch if you said he'd been wearing your clothes? Will you be
getting them back? Clean? I hope!"

"Think so... uumm.."

Ian gulped, he'd always known his mother was something of a prude, but now
she appeared to be turning her strict views into something more serious,
almost verging on the fanatical. Possibly worse, had she now guessed that
he had developed a fetish about dirty underwear and not just his own?

"I might have a word with your father." she said on reaching the door
before looking back to utter one last parting shot.

"And, I don't suppose you know why there was carrot floating in the
toilet?"
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