"Do I really have to do this?" Percy asked as he gave his bathtub a disgusted glare. The moss green liquid filling fizzed and bubbled ominously, as if it was waiting for him to dive in so it could ensnare him in its sticky embrace.
It took a little convincing but, in the name of progress, Percy had eventually agreed to follow in Valerie's footsteps and have his own D-fuel bath. In truth, the bath wasn't entirely necessary. All he had to do was drink it, as Valerie had discovered herself that a bath of it - even a bath the size of a Jacuzzi like Percy had - was not enough to create a source.
But why would she give up this wonderful opportunity when it presented itself?
He was currently standing in front of her wearing nothing but a form-fitting pair of boxers that left very little to the imagination. Although he felt no shame standing in front of her like that, that didn't mean Valerie felt the same way.
