J.A. Malec
7I was woken up by the smell of something burning. I jumped out of my bed wearing only my skimpy nightgown and knickers (I took off the bottom of my pajamas because it was too hot), to check where the source of the smoke was, and possibly evacuate from the house. I ran into the kitchen where the smoke was coming from. David was standing there. He was waving the kitchen cloth over the frying pan. He looked so miserable that I couldn't help myself but laugh. That's when he noticed me.
“ Pancakes are not my specialty.” He stated with disarming honesty.
“ I guess you're right. I was about to call the fire brigade.” I replied.
He giggled, but after a while he got serious and started eying my body from head to toe. At this moment I realized that I was barely clothed. I decided to
