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Julian was soaked to the skin. Her too tight blouse and her ill fitting skirt were sopping wet. She struggled mightily with the six foot Goodness as she tried with all her might to hold his head under the water in the lukewarm bath. Goodness wasn't going easily, however, and he fought for his life with all his might. Julian couldn't go on. She sat back on the toilet seat and admitted defeat. Goodness sat up and gulped in the fresh air.
"You almost had me there, Julian," he said with a touch of new respect.
"Near enough isn't nearly good enough," bemoaned Julian. She held out her left hand. "Friends again?" she asked.
Goodness chortled. "No need to ask," he beamed delightedly. "Now, Hermione is going to berate me terribly for getting my good trousers so wet."
"Just tell her what happened," said Julian, "she'll understand."

Meanwhile, Mary was having much better luck with Edgar. He sank gratefully beneath the Pacific Ocean as she kept a perfunctory hand upon his wonderful, masculine chest.
"I'll miss you", she sighed, as she also sank beneath the waves, but her life force was too great and her love for her darling children too strong. She emerged in time to see Edgar float gently into the distance. "Ah, me", she crooned. It was time to go to Woolworth and purchase the ingredients for dinner. Life goes on, like it or not.