Get down on your hands and knees and please Debbie... by cleaning!

Figuring that there were only two choices; help scrub up or stand there and gawk until you embarrass yourself even more, you get down on your knees.

"Good, " teased Debbie playfully, "Brian's a good boy too and always gets down on his knees the second I ask. He's quick because I let him do a little favour for me while he's down there. Do you know what that is?" The naughty sparkle in her eye is distracting and responsible for the second unusual mental image of Brian and Debbie in your head this morning.

"Weed, don't blush quite so much!" Debbie quips again as she tosses you a soapy sponge, "Brian knows that helping me clean up is a little favour which earns him his pocket money." As Debbie bends forward again to resume her scrubbing of the floor and as you catch site of her gaping spaghetti top again, she adds, "What did you think I meant?" Without waiting for an answer, Debbie gives you another wink and then starts scrubbing again.

You make attempts to clean the floor too, rubbing at it with the sponge. In no time at all the sponge dries up and you have to scoot over the floor, towards the bucket and settle down beside Brian's mum.

"Weed, look at you," it's only when Debbie speaks again that you realise that you've failed to offer any conversation at all. "Watch where you go or you'll destroy your clothes. Look at your knees, silly boy." You do. Your knees are soaked through, in your daydream like state you've shuffled over and onto a patch of the floor you had already covered with soapy water.

It's not just the fact that you're kneeling in a puddle of soapy water that bothers you. It's the fact that you seem to be completely unable to talk to Debbie today. She must think you're turning into some sort of square. So it's with a cheeky grin and without any thought at all that you quickly dip your sponge back into the bucket and then use it to flick water and suds at Debbie!

"Ah!" you say triumphantly, "I'm not as wet as you!"

Even as the words leave your mouth you wince. What were you thinking! Will Debbie be a sport or will she be annoyed at you? You can't but help notice the way the soapy suds are running down her neck and towards her breasts. Her top might start to go transparent. Oh, no, she might really complain...