Friends with Sexy Benefits 2

HANSEL

Gretel was dead right. Something didn’t smell right and it gave me a cheap lowly feeling. I sniffed the shirt I wore just to be sure. I flinched at the scent with a grimace. Mother would kill me if I walked in like this. Since we got here, we have had constant complaints from worried fathers and jealous husbands about how their daughters would stay all day with their friends talking about nothing more than how good looking Hansel was or how their wives would spy through their kitchen window whenever Hansel was cutting their grass or taking out their trash. Mother deserved a little peace of mind now.

I rushed into my room taking off the clothes I was on. It didn’t take me a minute to put on something else. I sniffed for a while then grimaced again. The scent was still there.

Wtf?! Did she leave her cologne in my soul or what?

I tore out of the clothes and rushed into the shower abusing the medicated soap I had. I peeled open another bar of soap and continued the assault on my s