“I don’t want to,” Rachel whined, trying to stay put but failing. Somehow the woman seemed exceedingly stronger than Rachel even though she was the same height.
“Don’t be silly, you’ll have lots of fun!”
“I don’t wanna get messy!” Rachel insisted.
“It’ll all wash out Rachel, I promise. Just have some fun. Look how much Brian is enjoying it.”
Rachel grunted with disdain as Pam sat her down in the middle of the gaggle of screeching messy ‘toddlers’. A fleck of purple splashed across her cheek and she recoiled as if slapped. But Pam still had her hand and she was pulling it down to a bucket of yellow paint. She couldn’t resist as she felt her hand dip into the smooth cool liquid. It wasn’t a viscous as house-paint, it was more gelled, less likely to splash all over or drip into sensitive eyes. She felt it squish between her fingers, across her palms.