Phoebe clutched the pillow under the blanket and pulled it towards her. This made the mysterious lump under the blanket much more interesting and Bridget tackled it. For some seconds both girls seemed to pull hard, but the older sister was losing because she could only use her feet. "Wait. It's a present I am preparing and you should not see it now." "A present? For me?" this startled Bridget and reluctantly she let go. Phoebe seized the item quickly and placed it out of reach of her younger sister.
"And who is Greg? Is he hiding in your room?" Quickly Bridget dashed through the room, looking under the bed and in the wardrobe. Jimmy thought he saw movement under the blanket between Phoebe's legs. "No, silly girl, nobody is hiding in my room. And you should go down before we really get in trouble." Lifting the lid of a small metal box close to Jimmy's hiding place Bridget turned to her sister. "I am in trouble already for having lied about my homework and not having it completed. But think what mum would do if I told her about Greg." "You wouldn't." "I will if you don't do my homework." "If you tell you will pay dearly." "It will hurt your butt more than mine."
What had the little girl just said? Jimmy saw that it had a remarkable effect on Phoebe. She had a blank expression on her face. "Ok, let me do your homework. I tell you the results and you write them down." When she lifted the blanket and slowly got out of her bed she clenched her thighs together. Bridget was already sitting on a gymnastic ball at Phoebe's desk with her homework she had gathered from the floor, watching her sister walk stiffly with wobbly legs to her chair. Now two cute girls in their nighties were sitting next to each other. Jimmy looked at the clock. About forty minutes were remaining. The girls would take at least fifteen minutes. It sounded that Phoebe could not concentrate very well. Her little sister told her twice that it would have to be done in a different way.
Jimmy was not sure, but it looked to him as if Phoebe had one hand between her legs from time to time, just when her sister was busy writing down her results. He saw an electric cable hang close to his hiding place. If he was gliding to the floor he could quickly get under the desk. But he would likely not manage to climb up again. In that case he was giving up his Plan A escape route. Was it worth taking the risk? It might be too dark but the sight might still be overwhelming. He would have to watch out for their feet. If he found no solution within the next forty minutes he was toasted anyhow. And it was possible to run hidden from under the desk to the bed. Worst case he would have to grow hidden under the bed. Naked.
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