Chastity pulled away to look at him, but she didn’t go very far; there was a rosy hue to her cheeks, whether from pleasure or embarrassment he couldn’t tell. “Oh yeah,” she said. “I forgot about that.”
“I guess so.” Jack smirked at her. “All grown up again, eh?”
She gave him a look. “Yes,” she said, and then stuck her tongue out at him. “What about you?”
Jack shook his head. “Not yet,” he said. “Well, not that I know of, anyway,” he added.
Chastity’s good cheer was unabated. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you started feeling it later today. They do say that girls are easier to potty train than boys,” she pointed out.