"Sharon, it's your mother." came the voice from the porch.
"Oh no." she whispered fiercely to Jim. "What the hell are we going to do? I can't let her se me like this, and if she sees you she'll probably have a heart attack."
"I have an idea," Jim repiled witha flash of inteligence to couteract his previous stupidity, "but it'll need some setting up."
Lights dim
Lights come on in bathroom
Sharon is sitting on toilet with legs and a toe ring.
"This had better work." Sharon muttered under her breath.
"It'll be fine." said her legs in Jim's voice. "Now tell your Mom that you have the runs."
"I'm on the toilet, I have the runs Mom." Sharon called.
"Oh dear, that's bad Sharon. Don't get up, I'll let myself in."
"No, Mom-" Sharon started but it was too late. She heard the door close and her her mom say that she was going to make soem chicken soup. "Brillient plan Jim" she muttered.
"Could you come up with any better?" her legs asked in a whisper. "Jeez, this water is cold. Make her leave so I can get out." Sharon looked down at the giant penis filling the toilet bowl.
"Alright. The best way to get rid of her is to do what she wants." she said softly. "I'll have to eat her soup. Then, hopefully, she'll go away."
"Soup's ready dear. Shall I bring it to you?" asked Sharon's mom.
"Yes mother." Sharon replied and waited while her mother made her slow way to the bathroom. The door opened and in came Sharon's mother preceeded by a bowl of steaming soup.
Mon Jun 7 02:01:28 1999