Careful not the slam the door out of excitement, JC shut it gently but quickly locked herself in. This is it! Finally, some alone time...in my...room...
...just like I wished.
The realization washed over her like a tidal wave. I did wish for alone time in my room, didn't I? Is that why the twins started behaving, or did that even count?
Numbly, JC sat on her bed, the soft mattress cradling her as she sunk into it. Am I going to have to worry about this for the rest of my life? I can't just eliminate that phrase from my vocabulary; sooner or later, I'm going to mess up something I won't be able to fix...
Absent-mindedly, the pretty ballerina stood back up and paced the floor while removing her practice attire for her impending shower. Maybe I could make a wish that no wishes could be granted without a keyword, like a computer asking, 'Are you sure you want to do that?' That would be helpful, right? Like a fail-safe, pretty much. That way, I'll be even less likely to make a wish in my sleep and turn our house into a rutabaga or something...
And that's when JC realized the water was a little too warm, so she reached out to turn it down.
Whoa.
Somehow, she'd instinctively made her way into her shared bathroom -- Ashley's room was the suite on the other side, of course - and climbed into the shower. Technically, this was the first time she'd ever seen the female form live and in the nude.
And just as she'd suspected, she didn't know what to do with herself.
