More problems

Dodger forgot to bring her detergent, so she had to use the bottle in the laundry room. The only problem: She couldn't reach it.

"Dammit, sucks to be short. Wish Sam were still here..." Dodger grumbled.

She looked dejectedly at the bottle of detergent. It was on a shelf mounted high so children couldn't get it. Of course, she was no child. She looked around and found a folding chair to stand on. She positioned it just right, and stood on top, hoping to reach it, bit it was just out of reach. She strained on her tip toes, but could barely get a hand on it. She took a chance and hopped up to it, and managed to grip it! She saw the bottle come towards her, and that's when her grip failed.

The bottle tumbled from her grasp and fell off the shelf. It tipped so the bottle became horizontal, and she tried to catch it. However, it was too late. The bottle cap hit the chair's back and broke open. Detergent splattered around the chair, getting on her legs and feet. The bottle landed on the floor, slowly pouring detergent onto the linoleum.

Dodger leaped down, and slipped on the detergent, landing on her rather voluptuous bottom. She got up and picked the bottle up, placing it upright to stop anymore from coming out. Sheet looked at her pants, which was now saturated by the detergent.

"Ugh, week at least it's soap. I could just wash it out. " she reasoned

She then saw that no one was around, and she still had a large load of clothes.

"I could take these of and throw it in with the test of my stuff. It probably has ask the soap I need for the load..."

Dodger contemplated it. She could go with just wearing a sweater and her panties while the rest of her clothes were washing, but wasn't sure if she wanted her neighbors to see her if they walked in.