"Well, it seems I'm more popular a babysitter then I thought. Very well, if you're not going to be nice I will have to discipline you." Without another word she began to wander around the house, seemingly looking for something. The teen followed her around, making sure never to lose sight of her. He didn't trust her one bit and wanted to keep track of her at all times. Becky struggled a little to squeeze herself up the stairs but finally she found what she was looking for.
"Hey, you stay out of my room!" The teen shouted behind her. Becky turned to him and spoke sternly.
"Here's how we are going to do this. You are going to go back down and sit on the couch. I will follow you and start babysitting. Now get moving or else..."
"Or else what?" the teenager scoffed.
"Or else I'm going to leave you some gifts in your room. I'm sure you've always wanted your pillow scented by my armpits. Or maybe I'll fart on your wardrobe. Sneeze on your backpack, there's no limit to what a dirty gnoll like me could do in there." Becky's smile grew. She knew she had him cornered now.
"Don't you dare!" the teenager yelled out.
"Or else what?" Becky threw back, fighting to contain her giggling.
"Or I'll tell my parents on you!"
"When they hear how badly you behaved tonight, they'll be fine with your stuff smelling like me for a bit. Now get moving, because I feel one hell of a fart coming and your bed is looking real inviting for it."
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