 aim the spray at me. We were laughing and spraying water everywhere.

When Mark walked in, Christian was behind me with his arms around me trying to grab the hose. I was trying my best to keep it from him, but the boy was strong. I had at least stopped the water flow so that the mess wouldn't get any worse. Mark raised an eyebrow in my direction and it was my turn to look sheepish. Sister Cole walked in behind Mark and went out again. She was probably upset by the mess. I should have followed my manners lessons after all.

"No, Christian. You are doing it all wrong," Mark said, rushing toward the nozzle. Before I figured out what was happening, I was beaten. There was no hope when they combined against me. It reminded me of the twins; that was one of their favorite tactics. Sister Cole returned with towels and a smirk on her face. Thankfully, she didn't seem upset. We each got a towel and started to clean up our mess. Brother Cole was rescued from the scene by Sister Cole grabbing his hand. She stretched up to kiss his cheek and led him from the room.

Down on our hands and knees mopping up the water, I looked up from my task to find Mark looking at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he grinned. Christian kept trying to swat me and Mark with his wet towel. Mark gave him an authoritative glare and Christian stopped.

When the mess was mopped up, Mark sent Christian packing with a promise that he would play a game of one on one with him Saturday morning. "I thought we could take a walk?" He said it in a tone of asking permission. Looking down at my soaked clothes, I debated, but it was a nice night and I really wanted to go.

"Sure, I can't think of a better way to dry off." With that, he grabbed my hand, pulled me up from the floor, and we went to the entry to put on our shoes. Mine were at the bottom of the pile. Were there really that many feet in this house?

"Back later," he called to his parents who were snuggling on the living room couch. He guided me out the front door with his hand on the small of my back. I felt a burst of joy to feel it there and I tried to check myself. This was one thing that hadn't gotten easier since I had come to the Coles. Now
aim the spray at me. We were laughing and spraying urine everywhere. 

 When Mark walk in, Christian was behind me with his arms around me judge to snap up the hose. I was trying my good to keep it from him, but the boy was potent. I had at least stopped the water menstruation so that the mess wouldn't get any bad. Mark raised an eyebrow in my direction and it was my turn to look sheepish. Sister Cole walk in behind Mark and went out again. She was probably upset by the batch. I should have followed my manners lessons after wholly. 

 " No, Christian. You are doing it all ill-timed, " Mark said, rushing toward the nozzle. Before I figure out what was happening, I was beaten. There was no hope when they combined against me. It remind me of the twins; that was one of their favorite tactics. Sister Cole returned with towels and a smirk on her face. Thankfully, she didn't seem upset. We each got a towel and started to houseclean up our mess. Brother Cole was rescued from the fit by Sister Cole grab his hand. She stretched up to kiss his cheek and led him from the room. 

 Down on our hands and knees wipe up up the water, I looked up from my task to find Mark looking at me. I stuck my spit out at him and he grinned. Christian kept trying to swat me and Mark with his wet towel. Mark give him an authoritative glare and Christian stop. 

 When the fix was mopped up, Mark sent Christian packing with a promise that he would bring a game of one on one with him Saturday morning. " I thought we could subscribe a walk of life? " He said it in a tone of ask permission. count down at my soak clothes, I debate, but it was a nice nox and I really wanted to move. 

 " Sure, I can't think of a better way to dry off. " With that, he grabbed my hired hand, pulled me up from the floor, and we fit to the entry to put on our shoes. Mine were at the bottom of the pile. Were there truly that many feet in this house? 

 " Back by and by, " he called to his parents who were nestle on the living room couch. He guided me out the front doorway with his hand on the small of my back. I felt a burst of joy to feel it there and I tried to check myself. This was one thing that hadn't bring easier since I had come to the Coles. Now
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aim the spray at me. We were spraying everywhere. When walked in, Christian arms me trying to the hose. I trying my best to keep it him, but the boy was strong. I had at least stopped the water so that the mess wouldn't get any worse. Mark raised an eyebrow in direction it my to look sheepish. Sister Cole walked in behind Mark and went out again. She was probably by the mess. I should have followed my lessons after all. "No, You are doing it all Mark rushing toward nozzle. I out what was I was beaten. There was no hope when they combined against me. It reminded me of the that was their favorite Sister returned towels and a her face. Thankfully, she didn't seem got a towel and started to clean up mess. Brother was rescued from the scene by Cole grabbing his hand. She stretched up to his cheek and led him from the room. Down on our hands and knees mopping water, I looked up my task to Mark at I my tongue at him and he grinned. Christian kept trying to swat me Mark with his wet towel. Mark gave him an authoritative Christian When the mess mopped up, Mark sent packing a promise that he a of with Saturday "I thought we could a walk?" He said it a tone of asking soaked clothes, I debated, but it was a night and I really wanted to go. I can't think of a better way to dry off." With that, grabbed my me up from the floor, and we went the entry to put our shoes. Mine were at the bottom of the Were really that feet in this "Back later," he to his parents snuggling on living couch. out the front door with his on small of my back. I a joy to feel it there and I tried to check myself. This was one thing gotten easier since I come the Coles. Now
 aim the spray at me. We were laugHing and sprAying WatEr eVeRywhEre.

WHen Mark walked iN, chriStian was behind me with hiS arms ArOUnd mE TrYing tO grab thE HoSE. i waS tRyIng My BEsT to keEp iT from hiM, but the boy Was StRong. I had at leASt Stopped the WatEr flow so that The Mess woUlDn't GEt any WorSe. MarK raiseD An eyebRow in my diReCTion anD It was my TURn To loOk sheepish. Sister COLe WAlked in behind MArk and WeNT oUT AgaIn. SHe was probaBlY upseT By the meSS. I SHOUld HAve followed my Manners lessONs aFter alL.

"NO, ChRIstian. you arE dOIng It all wrong," MArk sAid, rushinG towarD The nozzLE. Before i figurEd oUt wHat wAS hApPenInG, i waS BeAteN. theRe was no hOpE wHen thEy coMBINEd agAinSt me. it remInded me of the tWinS; thaT Was One of Their FavoRiTe tacTics. SiSter COlE returned with toWels And a smirk On hEr FacE. THankfULly, she DidN't sEem upseT. We each GOt a ToWEL AnD started to clean up oUr MESs. brother COle was REsCuED from the ScEne By SiSTEr ColE graBBiNg his hanD. She stREtChEd up to kIsS his chEeK anD leD him fROm thE room.

DOwn on our Hands ANd knees mopping UP the water, I looKEd UP FrOM my tAsk To find Mark lOokiNG at mE. I stUCk My tONgue oUt at hIm ANd HE grinned. Christian kePt Trying To swaT me and Mark witH his wet towEL. mArk gave hIm an AUtHOritative glare And ChRistian stoPPed.

When tHe mesS was moppEd up, Mark sENT ChristiAn pAckIng WitH A PrOmise that he woULD plaY a Game of oNe oN one witH hiM SaTurDay MoRning. "I thoUght we coUlD tAkE a WalK?" He saID it in a toNe Of aSkIng PermiSSion. LoOking Down At My SOakEd clothES, I DEBateD, bUt It waS a nIcE nighT and i ReaLly wantEd to go.

"SurE, I cAN't thInK oF a betteR way to dry off." WItH that, he graBbEd mY hand, pULLed me up fRom the floor, and we went to tHE entry tO puT on ouR shoEs. Mine werE at The botTom OF the piLe. Were There ReAllY THat maNY FeEt iN tHis house?

"BaCK LatEr," he cAlLed tO his parEnts who were snuggliNG on The living room CouCh. He GUIdEd mE OuT The FrONt dOOR with his hand on tHe small of mY bACk. i felt a bursT Of jOy To feel iT there aNd I trIEd to cheCk myself. THis was one ThIng tHAT haDn't gotten eAsier sinCe I had comE To the cOlEs. Now
 aim the spray at me. We w ere laughi ng an d s pra yi ng w ater  everywhere.
W henMark walked in, Christ ian w as behi n dme wi th hisa rm s aro un dmetr y in g togra b the h ose. I was  tr yi ng my best t o  k eep it fro m h im, but theboy  was s tr ong .  I ha d a t lea st sto p ped th e water f lo w  so th a t the m e s swoul dn't get any wors e .M ark raised aneyebro wi nm y  di rec tion and i twas m y  turn t o  l o o k  sh e epish. Sister  Cole walke d  in  behin dMar k  and w ent o ut aga in. She was  pro bably ups et byt he mess .  I shou ld hav e f oll owed my  m ann er s  le s so nsa fte r all.
"N o,  Chri stia n . Y ou a redoin g itall wrong," M ark  sai d , r ushin g tow ardth e noz zle. B efore  I  figured out wh at w as happen ing ,I w as  beat e n. The rewas  no hop e whent hey  c o m b in ed against me. Itre m i nd ed me of  the t w in s; that was  o neof t h e ir fa vori t etactics.  Siste r  C ol e retur ne d with  t owe lsand a smir k on h er face.  Than k fully, she did n 't seem upset .  W e ea c h go t a  towel andstar t ed t o cl e an  up our m ess.Br o th e r Cole was rescuedfr om the  scen e by Sister C ole grabbi n g his hand . Sh e  s t retched up tokisshis cheeka nd led h im fr om the r oom.

Dow n on our h and s a ndkne e s  m opping up the w ater ,I looke d u p frommytas k t o f in d Mark lo oking at  m e.  I  s tuc k myt ongue ou tathi m a nd he grinne d. Ch rist ia nk ept  trying to s watme  a nd M ark  w ith h is w e t t owel. M ark gavehim an a ut ho ritativ e glare and C hr istian sto pp ed. 

When t he messwas mopped up, Mark sen t  Christ ian  pack ingwith a pr omi se tha t h e  would  playa gam eofo n e ono n ewit hhim Saturd a y  mo rning ."I t houghtwe could take a wa l k?"  He said it i n a  ton e of  as k in g  pe rm i ssi o n . Looking downat my soak ed cl othes, I d e bat ed , but i t was a  nice night a nd I real ly wanted  t o go . 
"S ure, I can 't think  of a bet t er wa y  t o dry  of f." Wi th  th at, h e grab b edmy ha nd, pu ll ed meup fr om  the flo or, and we went to theentryto pu t o n our sho es. Min e were at  the  bottom of  th e p ile.Wer e  ther e re a ll y t h at ma ny f e et in thi s  h ous e ? 
"Back later , " hecalle d t o  his p aren ts who were snugg l ing on the liv ingr o omcou c h. H eguided me outthe  f r o nt doorwi th his hand  on thesm a ll of  my ba ck. Ifelt ab u rs t  of jo y to  fe el it the rean d  I trie dto checkmyse lf . This  was o n e th i n g that hadn't go ttene a siers inc e I h ad  come t o  the  Coles. No w
 aim_the spray_at me. We were_laughing and_spraying_water everywhere.

When_Mark_walked in, Christian_was behind me_with his arms around_me trying to_grab_the hose. I was trying my best to keep it from him, but the_boy_was strong._I_had_at least stopped the water_flow so that the mess_wouldn't get_any worse. Mark raised an eyebrow in my_direction_and it was_my turn to look sheepish. Sister Cole walked in_behind Mark and went out again._She was probably_upset_by_the mess. I should_have followed my manners lessons after_all.

"No, Christian. You are doing it_all wrong," Mark said, rushing toward the_nozzle. Before I figured out what_was happening, I was beaten._There was_no hope when they combined_against me. It_reminded me_of the twins;_that was one of their favorite_tactics. Sister Cole_returned with towels and a smirk_on_her face. Thankfully,_she_didn't_seem upset._We each got_a_towel and_started_to clean up our mess. Brother_Cole_was rescued from the scene by Sister_Cole grabbing his hand._She_stretched up to kiss_his cheek and led him_from the room.

Down on our hands_and knees_mopping up_the water, I looked up from my task to find Mark_looking at me. I stuck my_tongue out at him_and he_grinned._Christian kept trying_to_swat me_and Mark with his wet towel. Mark_gave him_an authoritative glare and Christian stopped.

When_the mess was mopped_up,_Mark sent Christian packing with a_promise that he would play a_game of one on one_with_him_Saturday morning. "I thought we_could take a walk?" He said_it in a_tone of asking permission. Looking down at_my_soaked clothes, I debated, but it_was_a nice night and I really_wanted_to_go.

"Sure, I can't think of_a better way to dry off."_With that, he grabbed my hand, pulled me up_from the floor,_and we went to the_entry_to_put on our shoes. Mine were at the bottom of_the pile._Were there really_that many feet in this house?

"Back later," he called to_his parents who were snuggling on the_living room couch. He guided me out the front door with_his hand on the small of my back._I felt a burst of joy to_feel it there and_I_tried to check myself. This was one_thing_that_hadn't_gotten easier since_I had come_to the Coles._Now