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Amy glares at James as he stands there slack jawed watching her.

"For fuck sake!" Amy groans, taking a step towards him. "Snap out of it and find me a fucking towel!"

The movement, along with a small degree of your power does the job. Her jeans, now soaking wet are far heavier than they once were, and not hugging her hips as well as they should. With that one step they slip, slide and within seconds are suddenly hanging around Amy's knees.

"What the fuck!" Amy screams, reaching down and tugging the hem of her shirt down, trying to cover up the wet pink panties that have suddenly been revealed.