Hey, Rhubarb, we may need to rethink our approach.” “No, we don’t.” “I’ve only got one hand here, kiddo. Maybe if I grab the middle-” “If you grab the middle, it’ll be the last thing that hand ever does!” He pondered that as if it explained something. “So I’m guessing then you don’t get a lot of company down here.” “Bobby, so help me, I will rip your arm off and beat you with it, do you hear me?” “Okay, geez. Let me just get a look—” He picked her skirt up and pulled it over his head. “Bobby!” She was actually too mortified to even scream so it came out like a squeak from a dying rat. “Dammit, there’s no light under here, can’t see a thing.” Thank God for small blessings. “Get out of there!” “Tell you what, how about you use your spare hand and I use mine on either side of your hips and we yank together.
