enema fight
Valentina and Sara stood facing each other in the yard, like two champions ready for an epic battle.
Although in reality, they were just about to do another one of their absurd challenges.
"Today it's not arm strength," Sarah announced, holding her bottom full of ice-cold water. "Today it's endurance. Let's see who can hold the most water inside without complaining."
Valentina smirked. "Oh, Sara. You already lost just by looking at me."
"Oh, really? Well, on the count of three. One, two."
"Three!" Sara shouted prematurely.
They wrestled and tried to hold on. The water squirted out like an enema, running down their legs to their feet, and both let out a muffled little squeal. Valentina pressed her lips together to stifle a laugh; Sara clutched her arms, trying to hide the shivering.
"Cold?" Valentina provoked.
"Not at all," Sara lied, her teeth chattering.
"Second round." This time the water came out stronger, splashing everywhere. Sara almost jumped; Valentina made a face that looked like a barely contained tantrum.
"Third round," Sara said, determined.
But when the water hit again, Valentina let out such a funny "ouch!" that Sara burst out laughing, doubled over, unable to contain herself.
"You won!" Sara admitted, breathing through laughter and messes everywhere; it was a real enema battle.
