~"No, no way, and no how will I ever wear that." Cindy giggled
as Zac held a tight PURPLE shirt that goes way over her belly button. "Then why did you buy it for?" Zac asked tossing the shirt on her PURPLE bedspread. "I don't know, ew, what's on the bottom of my foot." Cindy said as she wipped her foot on her PURPLE rug. "Oh never mind, it's just fuzz from my socks." Cindy replied as she walked over to her trash can and threw it out. "Ya, those are some pretty cool PURPLE socks you got there." Zac said walking over to where Cindy was. "So, what do you want to do?" Cindy asked, giving Zac a seductive look. "Well....I could think of a few things we could do." Zac said as he inched closer to her, his face only inches away from hers. "Oh, and what's that?" Cindy asked as she licked her lips luciously. Stepping closer to Zac. "You know what I want....what we always do." Zac said putting his arms around her waist. "Well tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." Cindy replied
sweetly smiling. "Well...I want to...I want to....BAKE SUGAR COOKIES!!!" Zac exclaimed. Cindy pulled away quickly. "Oh my god, that's what I was thinking! You read my mind. And the funny part is....my mom just bought the ingredience." Cindy said as she took Zac by the shirt and dragged him with her down to the kitchen. "Zac you get the cookie mix out." Cindy said with a smile forming on her lips. "It's over there." she continued pointing to the brown cupboard that overlooked the microwave. Cindy walked over to her other cupboard and took out her PURPLE measuring cup. Cindy looked up to see that Zac was smiling holding up the mix ready to rip the box open. "Oh, how I love to bake sugar cookies!" Zac exclaimed as he flung himself into Cindy's arms. "Me too Zac, me too!" Cindy said with a huge smile. Still hugging him. Cindy broke away and walked over to the fridge and took out the milk and began to pour it into the PURPLE measuring cup. "Zac!" Cindy yelped in a startled voice. "Don't tickle me when I am trying to pour milk. Look it's all over the floor now. What will Mother think." Cindy gave Zac a sly smile he returned her glare. "Zac do you want some of this milk? It could be our special milk." Zac gave a manly growl and reached out to touch her cup, her measuring cup that is...
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