by Molly McFly » Tue Aug 18, 2015 7:35 pm
A wave of nausea and vertigo would hit him, and his vision would fog up, as the quad outside squirmed and twisted--and suddenly, he would find himself somewhere else.
And he was wet. And hot and steamy. Had he just entered a shower stall?
Where staring at him, with a look of rage, was Molly McFly, halfway through washing her hair.