Alinard Eleven

Alison ran after Sam as she bolted out of the bathroom, without her clothes. Her giggling filled the whole house. They were back at home and Sam found it deemed to return to her naughty ways.

Her wet hair slapped on her back and her bum reverberated as she ran, Alison tried to hasten up her steps but she has to admit that Sam is a whole lot faster than her.

"Samantha slow down, you might fall," Alison cautioned but her warning was thrown to the winds.

Samantha only increased her momentum, giggling as her little feet padded on the wooden floor. Alison paused to take her breath, watching, she wasn't going to harm herself or trip and fall.

Finally, Samantha excitement boiled down and she slumped on the chair tired. Alison noticed this and takes that as a cue to finally get her to wear her dress. She ruffled the dress over her head and place her arms in place.

For her hair, she weaved it into two French braids, Sam that gleamed at her mother and chatted with Doris.

Since they left Gran