“What!” I shriek, shocked, a noise that makes Kent laugh.
“Kent!” I hiss in a whisper, remembering that this is apparently a secret and that I should be quiet, “put me down! I need my pants!”
“No, you don’t,” he replies, laughing a little with derision as he climbs. “Those ugly shorts – where did you get those anyway?”
“They’re comfortable!” I protest.
Kent shocks me then by delivering a punishing little smack on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs again and I can feel his head moving against my hip, shaking from side to side in frustration. “All the resources in the world,” he mutters, “and you order polyester pajamas – honestly Fay –“
“They’re cute!” I retort, shocked and a little offended as he continues to carry me up the steps slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
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