“Since when did you come with instructions?” Damien demanded, pinning me
where I was with irritating lack of effort and shifting so that one elbow was
planted firmly in the middle of my back. “I know the instructions my lad, I
wrote them. One; never take your eyes away for a minute. Two; turn over your
lap at regular intervals-“
He swatted, smartly but not enough to sting. I yelped and he rubbed the
place, at least relatively soothingly.
“Three, keep firmly under control at all times –" ~ Wiggle
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