Paula glared icily at her husband, “You can’t expect me to!” Arthur approached his wife, frowning. Keeping his tone even, he rubbed her shoulders gently, “She’s our daughter’s best friend and if Spencer wants her there we should at least think about allowing her to come.” Arthur smiled brightly, tugging at his wife’s crossed arms, “Honey, it’s only one day. Besides isn’t this all part of being a good Christian, making a place at our table for those that are different from us?” Sighing, Paula reluctantly uncrossed her arms, “I guess you’re right Art, I mean it’s a church picnic, what could possibly happen?”

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Spencer squealed happily when she finally found her missing t-shirt.. Grabbing a pair of cargo shorts from her dresser, she turned, facing the scowling brunette lying on her bed. “See, I told you I had the perfect outfit!” Ashley’s eyes widened as she read the bright yellow words printed on the shirt’s dark brown fabric. “Oh, hell no!” Ignoring her girlfriend’s outraged squawk, she raised her copy of Maxim, blocking out narrowing blue eyes. Ashley slowly thumbed through the magazine until she stopped on the centerfold. Turning the magazine sideways, she flipped open the second page, whistling softly, “Christ, Eva, what you do to me baby.”

Growling, Spencer stalked over to the bed, snatching the magazine from her girlfriend’s grubby little hands. “Ashley Marie Davies!” Cowering, Ashley pushed back against the smattering of pillows behind her as Spencer leaned closer, poking her painfully in the chest.

“What?!”

“Don’t you what me missy! Last time I checked this was still my bedroom. The only boobs you’re allowed to even think about in here are mine!”

A soft cough made both girls look towards the door, Arthur waved slightly, blushing. “Um, honey your mom said it was okay for Ash to come tomorrow, you know if she still wants to…”

Flushed, Spencer looked down, unable to meet her father’s eyes. As the sound of his hasty footsteps faded, the blonde turned, focusing on her chortling girlfriend. Pursing her lips, Spencer rolled the copy of Maxim into a thick tube then slowly began beating it against her open palm. Ashley’s face fell as she met her girlfriend’s steely gaze. “Baby come on, that was funny!” When Spencer didn’t respond, Ashley gulped, sitting up. “Look, okay, I thought about it, I really did and I’m not going. That’s it. I’m putting my foot down. I am not going to some stupid church picnic. It’s never gonna happen Carlin, so just drop it already!”