"This is for your own good, Jim!" Tika said, lathering her hands up with the soap. "No!!" Jim practically shouted. "Leave me alone!" "I don't THINK so," Tika said in a low tone, grabbing Jim before he could get away. "Open up and say AHH!" Jim just wasn't strong enough as a 9 year old...Tika overpowered him easily. She began scrubbing his mouth out with soap, to Jim's utter dismay. The other boys and their mothers looked on while Tika's soap-lathered hands scrubbed Jim's mouth inside out thoroughly. By the time she was done, Jim was foaming at the mouth. "Was that so bad?" Tifa laughed, looking down at Jim. She was enjoying his predicament. A tear began to form at the corner of one of Jim's eyes. "Tifa, please," he pleaded.
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