The Phone Call Consequence

Chapter 4

No I didn't forget about this story--I've just gotten preoccupied and stuck on this one. I know this isn't a very long chapter but it's better than nothing right?

If you want something longer you can always check out my newest story on here, His Name is Bash. It's in need of reviews. *flutters lashes* Okay *cough* go ahead and read.

I yelped as cold water sprayed across my face. Could Sheldon not even temperate the water before he tossed me in? The puke washed my clothes leaving them slimy.

"Sheldon!"

He didn't answer me as he found my rubber glove supply. He made a show of slipping them over his hands, making them pop. I had the urge to roll my eyes at him. Could he not be so dramatic? It was like he was enjoying my misery. He lathered shampoo over my head until it started running down my face and in my eyes. I desperately tried to rub the suds away before my eyes began burning with a vengeance.

"Sheldon, really—" I started but was cut off as he tilted my head back to rinse my hair. I nearly slipped even with the rubber duckies decorating the shower floor. Sheldon grabbed me with one arm while the other continued to rub my head until I thought he was going to rub all of my hair clean off. He that look of concentration on his face; almost the same one he had when he was trying to solve a problem he didn't know quite what to do with.

When he done he paused, probably trying to figure out how to wash me with my clothes on. "Penny, I think you have to take over now." A hint of red was starting to creep up his neck and he peeled his rubber gloves off and pulled the shower curtain closed. There was shuffling and a cabinet door clicking. "I laid you out a towel." The door then clicked.

What the hell just happened here?

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