"Who’s smart idea was it for us to get handcuffed together?"
The younger blond smirked slightly. “Yeah, I guess so. Although, something tells me that we’re gonna have hell from Dad and Mom tomorrow for this. So I guess we’re gonna have prepare for the shit storm that’s coming.” She stood up and dusted off her butt and pants.
Jean grinned and shrugged. “I’m used to the shit storms he spews at me.”