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challenge, so like a sucker I bait her on by picking up a piece of bacon. Her eyes grow wide as I lift it to my mouth. “Do it and I swear I will crush your manhood!”
    “I’ll punch you in your tits.” I bite into the bacon. The taste of sweet hickory and fatty pork flavors my taste buds. “Mmmm…sooo…Ahhhhh.” My victory comes to a halt as soon as her foot connects with my boys. My stomach instantly tightens and lodges up in my throat. The lower regions of my body flood with sharp bursts of pain. The food I ingested is quickly coming back up as I kneel before a laughing Skylar. She snatches the rest of the breakfast from me and leaves me curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor.
    Note to self: Never rub things in her face again, especially when she places a threat on your junk. God, I hate her.
     
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    The kitchen is now clean, and I glance down at what’s next on my list. Bathroom? This must be a mistake. Everyone knows this is not a guy’s job. “Why am I cleaning the bathroom?”
    Skylar pokes her head into the kitchen and smiles. “Because I’ve used the bathroom after you and if you didn’t know, it’s disgusting.” Her eyes narrow a little. “And if you think for one minute I’m cleaning your pee stains off the seat and floor, you’re dumber than I thought.”
    Rolling my eyes, I head to the supply closet for the cleaners. Pulling on the light switch cord, the tiny room illuminates, revealing a mop, broom, dustpan, and a bucket filled with all kinds of cleaners. I gather up the bucket along with a roll of paper towels and a sponge and leave the closet.
    “Can you hand me a rag?” Skylar asks when I start to close the closet door.
    “Does it look like I’m your maid? Get it yourself!” She glares at me. I almost laugh at her sour-faced expression, but decide I’d be wise not to, especially after how she acted earlier. My balls are still recovering from her kick.
    Heading out of the kitchen with my cleaning supplies, something slaps the back of my head, and I turn to see a roll of paper towels tumbling across the floor. Skylar laughs. “That’s for refusing to leave me alone and making me clean with you.”
    Oh, she wants to play this game, does she? Fine by me. I take my bucket up the stairs and then return to the kitchen. Hunting through the cabinets, I finally find the Saran Wrap and head back to the bathroom.
    Once I’m done cleaning the entire bathroom, I start to unravel the cling wrap. Stretching it across the edges, I pull it taut and smooth out any wrinkles. Two minutes later, my prank is set in motion, now all I have to do is wait.
    Returning all my cleaning supplies to the closet, along with the Saran Wrap, I enter the living room and plop on the couch. Skylar eyes me from the far corner of the room. “How many things did you clean?”
    “I did my list. Now be quiet, the game’s on.”
    “Really, you like the Reds? How pathetic.”
    “No. I like baseball in general. Go spray a plant or something.”
    She makes her way toward the 55-inch flat screen and bends over. “Come on, Fletch! Get the hell out of the way.” God this girl is beyond irritating. She continues to clean slowly in front of the TV as if it were some sort of teasing dance. I’m trying my damnedest not to be turned on but Jesus that’s kind of hard to do. With each bend, her skimpy shorts show off a bit of her underwear that happens to be hot pink lace. I shift uncomfortably on the couch as she flips her hair back and starts to straighten. She walks over to the coffee table. I still can’t see shit on the TV either. Her body dips, and so does her shirt, giving me a full view of her breasts. It’s my undoing. I can’t take anymore of this. “You practicing for your future profession?”
    Skylar straightens with a blush forming across her tan skin. “I hope someone takes out your kneecaps.”
    I stand. Towering over her five-foot-nothing frame, I growl, “Don’t you ever wish something like that