I'm not her!

         Jessica didn’t even realize how furiously she was swinging as she mulled over what she could do to end this ridiculous fiasco. It was on a high backward swing that she felt something wet spray across her back, “Hey?”, she exclaims, as she swings forward again, away from the spray. When she swings backwards, she yet again feels sprays, and sees one overshot past her. Trying to look over her shoulder on her forward swing again, Jess sees two boys with pump-style water-cannons, who are now running out of their hiding spots behind her in the bushes, and soaking her entire back with their toy weapons.

         Jessica yells furiously, “Hey! Cut it out!” as she manages to slow the backward swing with her feet. This however slows trajectory down significantly, and the boys easily continue to soak her clothes, not aiming for her front top and face, making her flinch, “I mean it! Stop!”, cries Jess over the boy’s laughter as she finally gets off the swing, wiping her eyes as one of the brats continues to aim at her face while the other trains his stream at her now-transparent top, causing her nipples to stiffen despite her predicament. As she stumbles, she suddenly feels another set of hands as small as her own yank at the back of her Muppets shorts, popping the buttons on the overall straps! As she turns to face him, the boy has already shoved a water balloon down the back of her pants. It instantly explodes, making it look like Jessica has just wet herself.

         “Oh my God! I can’t believe you just did that!”, cries Jess as she tries to grab the laughing boy, who skirts her hand and runs while the other two continue their drenching onslaught.

         Looking up, Jess sees the older ladies preparing to leave in a late model car. “Wait for me!”, she cries in vain.

         “Oh dear, maybe next time, Jessica. You’ve already managed to get another pair of your clothes soaked dear. We can’t have you getting the seat all wet, now can we?”, smiled Mrs. Bradley, “Besides, we won’t be gone long dear, and it looks like you’ve met some of the neighborhood children to play with.”

         “Damn it! Would you stop with that?!?”, yells Jess over her shoulder at the boys who are still training their water sprayers on her.

         “Just stay in the yard dear, and we’ll be back in no time, okay?”, smiles Mrs. Bradley as they drive off.

         “Nooo!”, whines Jessica, who then wheels on the laughing boys and starts chasing after them around the yard.