Jean kept her hands cupped so that Boris was safe and dry in her huge hands. She was getting soaked herself. But she just sat there and waited it out. She might have a cold afterwards but it was nothing her immune system couldn't handle.
But then she saw a huge bolt of lightning hit a tree and it burst into flames. Jean could see the urgency in this and she opened her hand back out so that she could see Boris. He was a little confused.
"What's wrong Jean?" asked Boris.
"There's a fire," replied jean. "I'm going to need both hands for this." She then slipped him into her breasts. This seemed to be the safest place. "That's you done. Now just for the fire."
Jean quickly ran to the lake and she cupped her hands in the water. She quickly went back to the fire and she sprayed it all of the fire. It went out within seconds and she gave a sigh of relief.
"Thank God for that," she said. "No one got hurt and there's not much damage. All in all a successful rescue."
She then remembered that Boris was still down her breasts. She quickly picked him out and looked at him.