Let's move on

We now go in depth to describe every detail of Dave's peeing experience... Nahhh, I'm kiddin'.

Dave finishes up and washes his hands, then opens the door and steps out of the bathroom, but at that exact moment an impact knocks him clear off his feet!

"AH!" A mousey voice shouts as the David and the mystery assailant hit the carpet.

David shakes the daze from his head and sits up as much as he can, the weight of another, albeit lighter person resting atop him. The mystery person lifts themselves up a little with their skinny arms and moves their head up to meet David's gaze. It's the spitting image of Laylah when she was 18, save for the short brown hair, cut into a bob with long bangs in front and the big circular glasses with metal rims (Laylah has always been partial to squarish glasses with red rims), and teeth that stuck out a bit int he front. Basically a mousey version of Laylah. UNlike Laylah, as she lifted herself up, the collar of the girl's lavender, spaghetti-strapped night shirt sunk low. Low enough to reveal a pair of very un-Laylah like mosquito bites, her pale pink nipples were rather large for the breasts they were attached to.

The buck-toothed Laylah spoke in a squeaky voice, "oh my god, I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, carpet broke my fall. You must be...?"

"Oh!" She sat up, never mind that she was currently straddling David, her little butt planted very precariously on David's pelvis. She extended a hand and said, "Cousin Milly, I'm Diana's daughter, er, youngest, just graduated highschool, actually, hehe, everyone's growing up, huh? Um, who's side of the family are you on again? Sorry, heheh, I just lose track of everyone in our family, y'know? Did we meet at the last get-together? I'm sorry if so, I really don't wanna be THAT girl, butImeanitsnotsobadtoforgetsomefamilymembersifyourarelyseethemyouknowimean-"

David quickly shook her still-extended hand in an attempt to stop the girl before she exploded, "I.... I'm not a member of the family, actually. I'm David, a friend of Laylah's. She invited me over today and I think she might have forgotten her mom was hosting a family reunion or whatever."

"Ah." Milly said knowingly while straightening her glasses, "that classic Marsh Family forgetfulness. Hits most of us from time to time, not me though." She stood up off of David and as if the universe saw fit to make her look silly, there were her pajama pants in a crumpled heap on the ground behind her, clearly having fallen off in their fall. As she extended a hand to help David up, he tried not to look at the skinny girl's neon-green panties, complete with a graphic right on the front that depicted the pixely little aliens from Space Invaders all lined up in four rows. The, shall we say bold, undergarments stood out all the more on her pale skin, skinny frame, and the fact that the bottom of her thin-strapped night shirt came down only five or so inches from her small breasts, leaving a huge gap between it and her panties. "I'm a bit smarter, y'know. but uhh, don't tell anyone I said that. " she said as she pulled David up, or rather as he lifted himself up and humored the dorky girl.

"Heh, I won't." David said, trying not to snicker at the irony of a girl who didn't know her pants were gone bragging she wasn't forgetful.

The mousey girl smiled at him and nodded, then said, "They should be finished with breakfast right about now, care to join me or would you like to wait for Laylah?"