You emit a powerful and loud beef that damn near shakes the house.
Katie's mom continues working as if nothing happened.
Wow.
She's pretty cool.
Then twenty minutes later, Katie comes home.
"Phaw, shit, that cat smells!" shouts Katie as she comes in the door.
"That's not the cat," says Katie's mom from the other room. "We've got a visitor."
"Brad?!" says Katie.
"Hi, Katie," you say.
Katie walks into the room where you and her mom are.
"Oh, fuck..." she says, surveying the situation. "This is fucked."
"Katie!" snaps her mother. "That's no way to talk around our guest."
"Look," says Katie. "I'm going over to Anna's house to make out with Ross. Then I'm going to sleep at Sarah's."
Katie leaves.
When she has gone, Katie's mom beckons you over to see her work.
It's a very abstract painting, but it captures you well. The focus of the work is your shiny new underwear. There's even a mystical-looking cloud coming out your backside.
"Wow, that's really good," you tell her. "I wish I could paint."
"You can paint," says Katie's mom. "Anybody can."
"Nah..." you say. "I could try, but it'd just come out terrible."
"I've got an idea," says Katie's mom. "Let's do a painting together."
"Um... OK," you say.
"All right," she says, thinking for a moment. "Bend over."
You bend over, and Katie's mom pulls down your underwear.
Immediately she starts gobbing paint onto your ass.
"You see," she says. "When I'm done painting, you just sit down on a canvas, stand back up, and you'll have your painting."
"Cool," you say.
Katie's mom works
on your ass for about fifteen minutes.
You feel another
powerful beef coming on.