Bath Or Shower

Pru shrugged, “Eat what you can. I’m sure someone will eat the rest.”

Purity looked at him for a moment, finding what he said a bit odd, and separated a few pieces onto a napkin that she would eat and left the plate for what she wouldn’t eat.

Two bites into the crispy bacon, and she coughed.

Pru had just picked up his book to read it and looked over at her, “You okay?”

She nodded and responded before coughing again, “Dry, my throat is a bit dry, but I’m okay.”

Still coughing, she grabbed the glass of orange juice and quickly tried drinking it, but then a severe tickle in her throat made her cough hard into the glass, and most of it came spilling out onto her chest.

“Oh no!”

The coughing subsided, and Purity looked down at her chest. The orange liquid had soaked the top of her breasts, causing her shirt to cling.

“I’m so sorry!”

Pru could only stare. Even where he sat, he could see the generous mounds hugged by the stained wet shirt.

Purity coughed again, and he could see he