By Jeannie
Jerome and Nagiko played in the bath. Ink from their skins turned the bubbles black as if a squid was also trying to hide in the tub. It certainly felt to Nagiko like Jerome had tentacles. Jerome grabbed a bar of soap from somewhere obscure and started lathering her shoulders. She turned to kiss his beautiful mouth and the soap shot out of his hand, striking of the the plates the girl was twirling. The plate smashed against the wall. The singing stopped and the two women glared at Jerome. �But it wasn�t my fault!� he laughed.