Round Two, late Sunday night

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In which Jamie, true to his word, only disturbs his target.



There were definite upsides to inheriting the family sense of humor.

One of them was that experienced help was only a phone call away. Jamie carefully, and very liberally, sprinkled his Uncle Jesse's Secret Sauce onto Doug's towel and mentally snickered to himself. Jesse Madrox was a chemist by trade and a prankster by avocation, and had invented the Secret Sauce midway through his doctoral studies.

The old "hair dye in the shower head" chestnut was a classic for good reason, but mostly all that meant was that any prankster worth his whoopee cushion made shower inspection a daily routine. Doug was undoubtedly canny enough to see that one coming.

The beauty of the Secret Sauce was that it reinvented the old trick with a new delivery method. Non-toxic, water-activated but not water-soluble semipermanent fast-setting purple dye with the dry consistency of baby powder was unlikely to go down in history as a world-shaking scientific discovery. Jamie personally thought that was a crime.

He made a private bet with himself that Doug would smear dye over his entire torso before noticing what was going on. He'd end up looking like a sunburned Smurf. Jamie hung the towel carefully back on the rack, swept up a few stray flakes, and sauntered out of the bathroom grinning.

He'd let Doug sweat for a while before giving him the solvent. After the Teletubbies, language-boy deserved a little squirm time.